Our daughter wages war
Upon a material world
Not of her making
Brought into it like
A pretzel through a sieve
She has only to live
Despite her mother’s cancer
Apostrophe indicating
Apostrophe indicating
We “own” our cancers
But instead our cancers “own” us
Kind of like pets, or children
Which begs the question:
Are our offspring actually
Tumours externalised?
In lieu of an answer
We wage war with her
Wrestling with nectarines
Apple grenades sent flying
Pear pieces spying
Is all this fruit overkill?
We eat her blue berries
Needing the antioxidants
More than she ever will
© shaun patrick green 2015
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