Thoughts During Chemo
Last Modified: November 1, 2001
Copyright © 1995, Marsha Penrose
The Last Sunset, and
spun silver wings no longer flutter
Hopelessly drawn to the flame of my suffering.
Time is an ant dragging a crust of bread
across the sun baked sidewalk.
dream of pillows in the air
sticks of sweet cotton candy clouds,
Take me with you,