Saturday, 13 April 2013

A Child Asks

No one will stand by your grave and weep
Nor will they talk of long lost friends
No one will raise a drink, nor wish you well
For all the years you spent near by
You were not asked
Nor were you wanted here
Be sure you have not won the war
This battle has only just begun
We will not rest, nor disappear
Until the day a child asks
“Please tell me, what was cancer?” 

for friends

bobby stevenson 2013 

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