Coffee’s Cancer. By wendy
We sit and wait for tests and counts.
We sit and wait to see,
if white cells are high enough
To get chemo in me.
My family is here,
they won’t leave me alone.
They wait for my chemo too….
Maybe today the cancer, will be gone
Wendy stays right by my side
She tells me it’s OK
She gives me to the doctor
And tells me not to bite her today
The chemo makes me feel tired and sick
It takes the bounce out of me
I have to rest and eat little bites
Anything that tastes good, you see.
I hate the needles and the pokes
They make big bruises on my bunny feet
I just wish the cancer would go away
And life would again be sweet.
