Dark bags, brown eyes,
Rotten teeth, bad breath,
Her tears,
No laughs,
That's what you find,
In the cancer unit.
Those laughs, they're from the ER,
Someone got into a little accident,
It only affected them for a little while.
Shiny head, scratchy wigs.
"It's to be normal" mother said.
Almost a burden, ashamed of her weight,
She couldn't believe it,
When they said she was cured.
She had almost no ability to believe it,
Riding home with mother.
The smoke wafting over,
the scent of tobacco filling the cramped car,
She held the teddy closer,
And closed her eyes.
