Morning Rain

The morning after finding out my dad has cancer.

After a restless night
of tossing
         and turning
                   and unremembered dreams
         I awaken
to the sound of rain
and am oddly comforted ~
         I do not weep alone.

The sadness
is heavy,
         overwhelming
threatening
to burst through
the numbness.

...my dad has cancer...

One word
         six letters.

"Sticks and stones
may break my bones
but words can never hurt me?"

What idiot said that?

One word
six letters
         my life
                   will never be the same.