2 weeks of heart-breaking pain,
a fortnight of days and nights
absorbed in rain. Mother nature,
you should hide with shame.
This is summer, a Glasgow
summer with an introduction
to the acceptance of mother’s cancer
that cannot be watered down,
no matter how much the rain
turns a smile on a face to a weary frown.
And, you tell yourself
that she can fight and out punch
this fucking disease but her
weakness rips into your hopes with
worrisome fears, and the rain,
it floods your heart.