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To Zoe

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My favourite song for you runs through my mind,

Crying is a given now as I pack away your things,

Medicines by the dozen and your toys,

How much pleasure you had running after those sticks,

How you pulled bamboos twice your size to bring to me,

Every corner of my home reminds me of you,

I wish you would have lived longer in them without pain.

I cannot forget you, Zoe. You are my heart

And it breaks without you.

Crying and breaking is all I can do.

You would stay with me all the time if you could,

If I left the room you would get up and follow,

I taught and you stayed under the table there,

I was on the comp and you would sit and stare,

You wanted to sleep with us but the bed was small,

The floor got too slippery for you to stand,

I had to let you go I understand;

But now you left behind all this agony,

I can’t stop thinking of you, my love,

You made my day, my night, my noon,

Without God I can’t even hope to see you soon.

I wish dogs get a few of my life’s years

They are the ones who lick away tears.

Degenerative Myelopathy

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Each day the light grows closer,
Each day the spinal chord slows her;
All I can do for this heart of mine
Is bargain with what I hope’s divine.
I cannot appease my cold fortune,
So I just drag my heart to its tune.
I drag her on the roads she knew well,
My heart bursts, but hey, who can tell?
I see how she wishes her body could play
And I rue to see her struggle this way.
I have given death three children in pain.
After her, how will I ever love again?
She brings light into my dark life –
She is my daughter, sibling, wife.
As the light shines in the distance I know,
I will have to someday let her go.
But my heart cannot agree
To what must be, must be.
I guess this is what prayer helps with,
But I have no trust left, not a bit.
She is my heart, my heart is she
And my heart is dying silently.

Dancer

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I searched for a word
to rhyme with cancer,
and all i could think of
was the word ‘dancer’.

i just wrote a poem –
just yesterday –
of the hope i put to god,
to let her be okay.

but he doesnt exist,
so it was a fucked up hope;
cancer asks to dance again,
it widened its scope –

it danced with mom last year,
and now forces my pet,
i cant dare to pray,
it may not be done yet.

It may be God
spreading his fingers,
to catch any last hope
that perchance lingers;

but worry not,
there is none left;
you did your job well,
and now i am bereft,

of hope, of faith,
of all that i knew,
so instead of god,
i’ll just dance with you.