cancer stick

A Poem by mia

Puff puff goes the cancer stick as she in hails the smoke
I beg her to stop but she says she stressed and this is her way of dealing with it
She has he things that she loves to do but the cancer sticks are cutting her lose she don't smoke one she smoke at least two
I tell her a story of how I watched my mother struggle
I thought I was ganna lose her to those white tabco filled sleeves bus she quit the cig before it got to bad she almost died ans so did my dad
I'd stay up all night just to watch her breath so I know tomorrow she will still be with me
But it was worth it cuz she can finally smell again oh what a brez but I see you now sitting with them the other seventeen year olds holding on to them I beg you again but you say you will just not right now it's been a tough hill
So I sit back as the smoke consumes her
She holds it with two fingers and she smiles at me all I can do is hope she still breaths in a few weeks