I was afraid to tell my son
cancer had paid me a visit.
Afraid to worry him or
attract a nervous sympathy.
It came and i suffered the
horrible chemotherapy and
robbing radiotherapy alone.
I would have loved the
compassion of a near one then.
. Life teaches us doesn\'t it.
I was afraid to tell my son
it was my birthday just
six days ahead of one
and a fortnight before the
other of his two beautiful daughters.
In my heart it was they who
were deserving of joy and celebration
I was sure to make sure
there were presents from grandpa.
I am content to enjoy their joy
though the isolation of
the covid pandemic keeps us apart.
. Life teaches us doesn\'t it.
When bread winning, homebuilding
and lovemaking have slipped into
the thing which has become \'the past\'
there descends a time to be humble.
Is this then my introduction to humble.
Has humble began to slowly find the
cracks in my ego and dessicating will.
It\'s not too uncomfortable an acceptance.