Of memories once remembered

It was just so unreal.

I kept thinking that I would wake up and it wouldn't be real.

My dad sat my sister and I on the very same couch.

He stood in front of us and then proceeded to crouch.

I have never seen such a look upon his face.

My thoughts immediately went to my mother dressed in pretty ribbons and lace.

He closed his eyes and took a breath.

Then told us of the disease that could leave my mother to her death.

Cancer is what he called it.

The very disease making her so sick. 

The very disease that has entered into my mother's world.

And made it a world of memories that has long sinced passed.

Author's Note

This poem is dedicated to my mother who was recently diagnosed with lukemia.