by Rhonda Allen

Created on: December 04, 2008

Her fingers twirled in circles
tracing figures on white cotton
as she looked at me

Not quite eye-to-eye
just slightly off from face-to-face
as though she couldn't stand to see

What it did to me
to hear her whispering
her voice broken from crying in pain

It was cancer again
spread through her body like weeds
breaking and unmaking her from the inside

So I asked her
what she needed-what I could do
and she picked up her hand and said

Silk sheets- blue, no cheap ones
the chemo sucks but not as bad
as sleeping on this scratchy wretched bed each night

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