13 Ways of Looking at Some Polyps
He asked and so I told him.
The “cancer” poems stem
from cancer in the family.
Daughter’s terminal.
Son’s a five-year survivor.
Mother died at 59.
I had 13 polyps, all benign,
snipped a year ago.
I go back next month
for another roto-rooter.
As one grows older,
neighbors, friends and folks
one doesn’t know
die from it.
That’s life, isn’t it.
One never knows
but the question’s not
“Why me?”
The question is
“Why not me?”
Think about it.
We’ll all pop something
now or when, won’t we.
Donal Mahoney
