Terminal illness makes you think (Poem)

Terminal illness makes you think

Terminal illness makes you think
You have thickener in all you drink
If you did not you would choke
This is serious and this is no joke

They say thickening drink is better
It makes you fear anything wetter
It catches your breath each time
You cough bitter as if drinking lime

It can leave you quite often crying
Makes your family ever be sighing
Leaves daily thoughts of death
With your every literal waking breath

People just could not understand
As they ever try to hold your hand
Or offer you a hug of empathy
While no one can ever really see


Poet Christopher Robin
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