Fuck Cancer

How long?

Be strong

Just tell

Won’t yell

Six months

He grunts

Looks away

Looks grey

Embarrassed to say

Open jaw

Shock and awe

At 31

It weighed a tonne

But quiet

Silence her diet

Then quick

And slick

No talk

Just walk

To pub

For grub

In front of fire

Admit it’s dire

But listen young sire

I’ll not retire

Not dead

Then kissed head

Be a dove

Just love

Fingers touched

Face clutched

Sweet kiss

Such bliss

Quiet voice

Lips moist

And in the fire’s haze

Her eyes ablaze

Always passion

Bravery not to ration

Come hither

For a whispered whither

Fuck cancer

I’m a dancer

Then winked

And horsed back her drink

Not wrong

Be strong,

She said

Not dead

Same wife

New life

No strife

Just

Miles

And miles

And miles of

Smiles

Not sad

Glad

Glad to be

Alive

And home a hive

Place to jive

And thrive

Six years

For beers

And cheers

With peers

Banished fears

Six years

Of hope

Never mope

Took the dope

Learned to cope

Six years

Ahh hope

Her best friend

Who would never bend

No talk of end

Just time to spend

With a friend

An ear to bend

Once blonde hair

Now bare

But didn’t care

Always up for a dare

The first to share

Even when rude folk would stare

Shy

And at the end got a little high

But no goodbye

In her belief

Relief

But time’s a thief

Even with her big heart

Twas time to depart

Come here

My dear

Real near

Grabbed an ear

And whispered clear

Fuck cancer

And winked