Canon 24

I saw an ambulance stopped near my house,
and the neighbours spread into a crowd.
I was away in school,
and they didn’t tell me the truth.

I keep holding strong,
knowing the worst yet to be.
I keep holding it,
because I know it won’t be too long.

It is now December,
as if I’m back to the olden days,
It is hard to forget,
that I’m a poker player.

She could be in her kitchen,
making her own secret lemonade.
She could be combing her hair,
and ready for a shopping spree,
unaware of my ill story to be told.

The words that I couldn’t say,
I couldn’t breathe in a hot summer air.
The facts that I wish she knew,
just as rare as her sweet lemon dew.

Days after days,
words and stanzas along my way.
Years after years,
wander sorrow yet to be shared.