Cancer V's us three ..

These words relay of a day
That's past far in the distance of today
Old stories relayed to me by my mother,

Stories of old . Said she 

Of you me , slug and bee.. time to reminisce.
 Understanding or demanding, tools of torment lying dorment. 
To the rear "away I steer". Always keep the faith my dear.
Don't waste those tears, five years old with no ideas no fears. Memories of stories no lies. Flashbacks as tho programmed into my eyes.
As many as the yearly tides. Currents and swelles divulged into memory pits of HELL. CONTORTIONS of childhood disorientations.

With a regret of connection, why me to embrace the selection I wasn't part of this election.
My rant, unbearable this is my disable. Recollection of my young reflection.
Childhood . No play not today feeling gray same as everyday. No care,  i bare a smile for a while , that's just my style.
Medication today , no rearity just normality. Plain reality , what place is this to fight from five to flight. Nothing in plain sight. Each and every night. It really helps me to write . Late at night with no one in sight.
No one knows my thoughts and blows and, often how I can't feel my legs or toes.
People can't know I'll be the show.
No one really knows as I struggle to show.  Regardless of the slightest care. One drifts into a blank stare. I struggle portraying a muddle, dissolving into a puddle. Pathetic even eccentric. 
Presumed to be in my bubble. Clearly to me it's my muddle.
I try to hide not seek, to help me in a bid to speak. Open and true about all my struggles through. This is between me and you.
Past illiness and disease has quite literally brought me to my knees.
It's taken the piss and any bliss, many a precious kiss I miss. My parents loving and true. It's taken it's toll on you two.. loving u both I'm blessed with you.
Remember through December. Like a small child lost in the wild. Careless and free unaware of ready written history. Fate written for me.
Between you and me now I'm older I can see, the torment not only lies dorment in me but all us three. Distraught by stress caused to me.
Feeling gray and astray relaying words like " will my daughter see another day" . What dismay for a child's parents to say. 
Talk about turning you old and grey.
With lumps and bumps, it's been the dumps. Looking for direction enough with the injection. Statistic!! is this realistic. Hard to see a lost sole of a child ready and steady.  In front of you and me, mum dad you must be mad. The best type of dad to hide ur sad. No recollection of the bad or sad. You kept it together smooth and clever appearing forgotten with its rotten.
My Mentally scared but strong and true. No one will ever understand the lengths we've been through. A test of time helped by an occasional wine. Over the years we've shed some tears.

For our pure love and reflection, dramatic but true know one knows exactly our journey present and true.
Two plus me our special 3 back to days and stories of you me slug and bee. Yes mum dad and me , smashed my cancer together as three.

Now I'm happy like wind in the trees blowing , a fresh breeze unstopple with no disease thank God I'm free. Love you slug and bee