Even The Stars Stop To Listen...(For Lyn)

ONE DAY...AT A TIME The night enters into the house. It has the soft voice of summer. The moon, obedient waits outside tells a bird to be quiet. The night enquires about my health asks me how the cancer is treating me. I grin. “We’re strange bedfellows but...we get on! ” “We have our ...moments.” The night smiles softly to herself chats easily as I fall asleep listening to her soft voice of summer. When I awake she has gone and morning grins talks loudly in that sunlight & birds voice of his. “Well, well look who’s still here! ” I grin again. “Hello...yourself! ” ******* EVEN THE STARS STOP TO LISTEN In her cradle the baby plays with the heavens. I watch her pretending to be asleep a star on the tip of each finger. She scatters them & laughs when they drift miraculously back into position. The baby chuckles. The stars out of breath. I go & pick her up Cradle her in my arms croon her name over & over. Such a little bundle of love. Even the stars stop to listen. Even the cancer smiles. ******* STEALING MY LIFE My future slipping imperceptibly away but I unwilling to die steal my life back from death. The cancer & I both fighting for my self.