I saw you,
Walking in the rain
Shrunken
Wrinkle and worn,
Hardly recognized your face
In that struggle to escape

Your distress
That cancerous disease,
I remember you waved
With the withering arm
Of your pale overcoat
Of organic flesh,

You were my brother,
My sister, my father, my mother,
A fierce courageous warrior
Who battled for life
For a thousand days,
But heroes

Seldom return
From war,
Just ghost of friends
Family loved-ones
We remember
With each passing year.

This poem is dedicated to the memory of my brother Thomas, and all those who lost their battle against cancer.

poetic justice. you captured something so sad so eloquently

Hi bastet, your kind comments are very much appreciated, thank you.
Regards
John.