Again

Again

The phone call
"It's skin cancer

I'm sending you to a surgeon
He has an opening tomorrow."

My hands shook
Tomorrow?
        Again

Am I free
For another tomorrow?
        Again

I'll be bruised and bandaged
But cancer free
        Again

I can handle tomorrow
And following tomorrows
        Again

I make the appointment
I thank God it's caught
        Again



Loss

Loss is lonely
An empty hole
Long days
Suddenly single
Cooking for one
One sided conversations.

Family scattered
Friends gone 
Large home sold
Downsizing complete
A shrinking world.

Fill the hole with life
Old friends
Volunteer
Grandchildren
Read a book
Anyday.
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