we returned the shoes
she bought to dance in after
her last treatment

Image: TerriC–Pixabay
we returned the shoes
she bought to dance in after
her last treatment
Image: TerriC–Pixabay
sunlight crashes
into my bedroom window
headache morning
when my back aches
my whole body bends
synchronized woe
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Cancer clinic
a smiling clown hands each child
a helium balloon
Cancer clinic
volunteers serve tea and biscuits
courage by cupfuls
at the street corner
a blind man prays for silence
tapping his white cane
Just for fun…
stretch and bend, touch toes,
the trainer says, will do me good
in twenty years
I stretch, bend, reach for my toes
and hear my spine crack
oh, pretty blossoms
we gathered in our spring
the old trees creak now
the crippled girl smiles
as I run by, not knowing
I stepped on her heart
must I go alone
through this strange mist of malaise
searching for the sun
leukemia
a roller coaster
tracked by blood counts
š¦
Iām heading into another downward loop health-wise right now and falling behind with other important duties, so I’ll be taking a couple of weeks off from blogging to catch up.
Thanks, Ron, for your haiku book, The Scarecrow’s Son, which arrived in good order yesterday. I’m going to enjoy reading these verses!