My best friend had a biopsy to check for lung cancer. I called her the night before to cheer her up.
in the cellphone
Between us,
As we talk of dogs, of
Poetry and art.
And then
because you are my friend,
We speak of procedures
and treatments.
We are at that age.
We are Biopsy Boomers,
Second Opinion Seekers.
Just a little test to check,
a little operation
To fix what has
come undone.
We will be fine.
You will be fine.
My heart clenches
for just a moment.
I am too far away
To hug you.
Dammit.
No -
I will not cry.
I called to make you laugh!
Poetry by Becca Allison
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Written on 2008-04-14 at 02:57
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Standing By
The miles cracklein the cellphone
Between us,
As we talk of dogs, of
Poetry and art.
And then
because you are my friend,
We speak of procedures
and treatments.
We are at that age.
We are Biopsy Boomers,
Second Opinion Seekers.
Just a little test to check,
a little operation
To fix what has
come undone.
We will be fine.
You will be fine.
My heart clenches
for just a moment.
I am too far away
To hug you.
Dammit.
No -
I will not cry.
I called to make you laugh!
Poetry by Becca Allison
Read 587 times
Written on 2008-04-14 at 02:57
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