Cancer...what a dreadful thing
Such a hateful sickness...
Here's a story
About a girl whose sorry...
Around the neck of this young girl
Lay resting on her heart...
Dearest Grandma
Your death hits me sharp...
The chilled air, it passed through me this evening
As the leaves howled and mourned, I cried...
Just a step further, reaching farther
No.....................I've lost it...
Another moonlit coffee mug
Lay in my hands of doubt...
Since you died and went away,
So did all my sunny days...
She looks out the window,
Her vision blurred by flowing tears...
Crying to the light she knows,
There is no way to make it go...
My blue tears that never dry,
Keep on coming as I cry...
Thomas H. Hulme
at rest 23rd of january 1998...