It came from the right side like God, or a deer, a
Migraine warning;
Chemotherapy strikes at any time.
Where am I going wrong?
Under community skies and red roofed buildings, immaculate
And unfinished,
Holding on for next week’s rent,
Even if you were alive,
I’d not have listened,
Missing a father to say what’s wrong
In his opinion,
Old enough how,
To hear sterner words in music,
To understand that the clinic serves Japanese-Americans and Kenyans alike,
On the dusty Main Street of the farming village,
The dusty, ochre-coloured Main Street covered,
With maize drying, and
Women slipping from bus-stop to bus-stop with children in their hair, that was
Probably,
Paid for,
By a man with a plan – the clinic,
And mum’s words,
Soft and gentle and supportive,
And different from yours;
I can take it now daddy,
Where did I go wrong?
I can make things right now,
The deer came from the left.
And whilst hindsight works in accidents we do not see coming,
At least Cancer gives us time.
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-short evocative poetry-
Oh, Kenny,
On a day I am deep into counting losses, I received your poem and began to cry for you. Who am I to suppose you are writing about yourself, but I think you are, and it makes me very sad. May you fight, fight, fight, dear brother…until you do not wish to fight anymore, or do not need to anymore. A lot of love coming at you from right where I sit, crying, over you and many things. xoxo
Lesley-Anne
Rage until the dying of the light.
Love you my friend……
However, I’m Cancer free. It was for those who still are not, those who have already gone, and I melancholic reach for a father no longer here.
You, my friend, are the master of words, and change.
Onward!
Ah, yes, how we are wrecked by the pain of others…and rage at all of it! Thank you for writing back, and for your love. I’m happy to read your words again after a long time away. YES! Onward!!!
I hear you, I see you and I read you.
Onward!
That was so beautiful!😃