God bless you all,
Who wriggle in these
Cages of methacrylate
Succumbing
To a cancer that
Clung so horribly
To your bristle hairs,
Your spines.
You
Who slept and woke
To our plans and
Endured treatment
Day after day
After day,
Whose entire world was
White walls and
Fluorescents.
You
Who in the name of progress
Were robbed
Of a quieter present
To potentially
Diminish
Our grief.
God bless you all,
My babies. My babies.