Cancer

• Ashlea Salvaggio, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2010

An urge of anger rushes through my veins,
I hear the words ‘I don’t think he’s going to live past the weekend.’
He didn’t do anything wrong, not even smoke.
My cousins are crying because their grandfather is going to die,
My Aunty is crying because her father is going to die.
These images flash through my head,
The thought of a poor helpless man dying.
Even though I hardly know him,
Tears fill my eyes.
I remember him as a playful, fun and healthy man.
Now all I know, is that a growth on his lung is slowly killing him.
Knowing that his heart is going to take its last beat this weekend,
Breaks my heart.
I want to find a cure for it now!