Ma, when daddy told me he would not give up
his fight against cancer, that he’d try every drug possible,
steal every month he could from Death, I’d smiled,
and smiled, and nodded, 'of course, yes!'
But ma, all I could think was that it would be easier if
--I couldn't complete that thought -- guilt
fused uncomfortably with the warmth of his embrace.
his fight against cancer, that he’d try every drug possible,
steal every month he could from Death, I’d smiled,
and smiled, and nodded, 'of course, yes!'
But ma, all I could think was that it would be easier if
--I couldn't complete that thought -- guilt
fused uncomfortably with the warmth of his embrace.
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