I wasn’t there to help you pay the bills,
To help you shop for food or help you dress.
I wasn’t there to see you take the pills
And all the treatments that made you a mess.
And when you finally said: “No, that’s enough,”
And stopped the drugs, and let the cancer do
What cancer does to all, from weak to tough,
I wasn’t there to whisper: “Good for you.”
But everybody else was. That’s a gift,
To have your kids and their kids in the room
You slept in every night, to make the lift
Of soul from body rise to light from gloom:
A breathless moment that I’ll never share
Because. Because I wasn’t. Wasn’t there.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells