2. CANCER
I see her face, once expressive,
now pallid and pensive.
I see her eyes, persuasive and bright,
now full and dark with fright.
Her hair, once full, now gone,
energy depleted, night and morn.
She worries for her children n family,
How will they manage with her so sickly.
Overnight the world changed for her,
when she was diagnosed with cancer.
The trauma of radiation and chemo,
Inspite of this the dread that the cancer cells might grow.
The pain! The pain! The pain!
On the mind, body and soul, a drain!
I try to give her comfort to cope
but I know she has given up all hope!
Sorry to hear about this – cancer is a beast and wreaks so much havoc with our bodies, mind, and souls. Hope the person in your poem is doing better!