Cancer

Sunday after Thanksgiving
Such a happy season
Everyone thinking about Christmas
When Mom looked over

Dad went to the doctor
After Mom saw the dime sized mole
Doctor says it might be cancer
And now we're all waiting

The next day, Mom spotted more
In our hearts we know it's cancer
But no one says so because
If it is everything will change

Dad is sitting on the couch
Running his fingers through his hair
Because that's where they are
And I know what he's thinking

My toddler siblings still playing
They can't understand
Why everybody's angry or else crying
And Dad's just sighing

And I get down on my knees
For the first time I beg The Lord
Please just let it be okay
I'll do anything, just let it not be

Christmas is coming
And I'm feeling all alone
It won't really be Christmas
Not this year anyway

I cry and I sleep
Dad sighs and sleeps
Mom yells and sleeps
We're all sleeping

But we're dreaming of it.