For Rachel
Stones
My friend, she was my best,
Has stones in her head;
Tumours that grew in spite of the knife,
Untimely, uninvited, malicious.
Wrong.
I want to be cremated, she says,
Make things easy.
No headstone, she says.
Carrying them round is enough.
Stones
My friend, she was my best,
Has stones in her head;
Tumours that grew in spite of the knife,
Untimely, uninvited, malicious.
Wrong.
I want to be cremated, she says,
Make things easy.
No headstone, she says.
Carrying them round is enough.
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Date: 2017-08-27 11:34 am (UTC)I'm so sorry. Cancer is a vile, ugly beast that takes beautiful people from us. But we'll always remember them, and the light they brought into our lives. xx
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Date: 2017-08-27 04:20 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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