(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Hungry As A Caterpillar

The cancer
devours

her dreams
her memories.

Her death
haunts her living hours.

Soon
the cancer

will eat its way
(hungry as a caterpillar)

to the exact
location of her soul.

She clasps
her fingers within my fingers

as if to comfort
my anguish

smiles
as if she will

live forever.

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Comments (1)

Very touching. May god bless her for a long and peaceful life. Let nobody in the world have this kind of suffering. This is my prayer.