Cancer and Snow

February 14, 2010
Outside, there is snow
Falling from the dark sky.
It is hard to see
But if I look hard I can make out the tiny flakes.
I want to play in it
Or just stand in the whirlwind of snow.
They won’t let me out.
I am not aloud to go.
There is something in me.
Momma calls it a sickness,
The Preacher calls it the Devil,
And the doctors call it cancer.
This hospital is choking me,
I need to get away.
I see the other kids playing
So why can’t I play?
Daddy is always crying
I never know why.
I guess its okay that I can see it,
Even if I can’t go outside.
I know I really want to,
But maybe I’ll be okay.

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Sarbear This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 25, 2010 at 4:11 pm
Wow, I really liked that! I mean, it really makes you think about the kids out there that can't do things we take for granted. Check out my poems too.
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