excerpt from a poem: A DAY IN MAY
The room tilted — scream
I was only thirty-three
Nearly sure it was a dream;
I thought: how can this be?
I have children — two to raise
I shouldn’t be here listening to this!
Stop, you are trying to erase my days
and you are making my eyes mist, I tell you mist!
Years later I often think of this day;
It was so long ago but never far
from memory — that cool day in May.
The day I heard the word — cancer. . .
(excerpt from a collection of poems written by Mary Louise Wehunt)