Enter the Body

A poem for my husband.

Enter the body
Clean as cotton

Now something's rotten
What have you gotten?

A broken bone
A cut that needs sewn?

No it's much more than that
Everything's black.

The doctors are sad
It must be really bad

But don't give up yet
Don't give up my darling

I don't believe
what the doctors conceive

They can take the diagnosis
And bury it with their roses

I still believe
Love can make you live
Cancer be damned
Love can make you live

Don’t
Give
In