Cancer. Support.

Cancer.
The fear reverberates, ping-pongs
through our community –
seniors with hope,
fresh start
desire
after years of toil, children, woes
we congregate, create –
new family,
future,
plans rise
yet, we know, existence is
unpredictable, key
in another’s
hands – God
drives, we
follow, fulfill, crave redemption,
or at the very least,
a few year’s rest,
pleasure
unchecked
before the ‘C’ word is unleashed
and hearts throb with sorrow,
band together,
support.

(Written for Dark Side Of The Moon’s Cinquain Poetry Challenge.  This is a Cinq-Cinquain.  Check here to try out this form. Image from personal collection.)

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

17 thoughts on “Cancer. Support.”

  2. “after years of toil, children, woes / we congregate, create – / new family,” This is such a true observation. I still am close to my kids, less so with past co-workers but finding new families of women who have also have spent years of toil is such a blessing in retirement.

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  3. I like how you choose to focus on surviving cancer, not succumbing to it… “seniors with hope,
    fresh start
    desire
    after years of toil…”
    My dad lived 21 after his first brain tumor was discovered. Cancer killed him eventually, but not before he got to live, and I mean really live.
    Beautiful Cinq-Cinquain!

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  4. The “C” landed very close to me, my husband, only months after our daughter was born. I had a 3 yr old and a new born, and Neil faced surgery. I thank God above, he has been clean for 29 years. My heart still aches for those not so fortunate. Your friend will be in my prayers. I have never heard of a cinq-cinquain. I, too, will have to investigate.

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