A Day in the Life of Cancer Boy

by dollwithafrown   May 10, 2009


Young boy sitting small
in the corner of the room,
paper skin and ruby eyes
tell of a life that'll end too soon.
Breakfast time, always the worst;
the porridge looks like shit!
You're not allowed to leave 'til 10,
so all you can do is sit.

Daddy doesn't arrive
at lunchtime anymore;
seeing you frail and broken
became too hard a chore.
You feel like Mummy's forgotton
she has a little boy,
Little Brother's taken over
as the son who brings her joy.

By dinner time you're puking;
chemo making you sick again.
Will this sad song ever end?
You lay on your bed and wonder when.
I visit before bedtime
with a few words to say
and see a smile on your face
for the first time that day.

I tuck you in real quickly,
but the nurse ushers me away,
and I kneel down beside my bed,
clasp my hands and pray.
"Please God, bring him laughter,
he needs a life he can enjoy."
and I go to sleep dreaming
of my favourite cancer boy.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Hallo A Lilium

    This is a very emotionally penned piece. I also entered this contest. I believe you deserve the prize. Each stanza held a remarkable sense of knowledge. A lot of poems in this nature seem to deal with the same feelings. But you enabled many different sorts of passion and love. It's so terrible to have to experience a disease like cancer. Many times people overlook the young children who have it. This poem reminds me of the movie Patch Adams. I seem to see Robin Williams tucking the child in with a bright red nose on. And you wanted the child to have an abundance of laughter. It helps sooth the soul. Great Job my dear. This was beautifully depicted.
    Bravo.
    *applauds*

    -Lilium

  • 15 years ago

    by Jad

    This was a very realistic poem and it was great. The emotion in the poem was wonderful. The imagery of the poem was also good as well. The flow and rhyme were good as well. Overall you did a great job on your poem.

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