Rusty Nails Poem by Donal Mahoney
Rusty Nails
After all the tests
and the doctor’s explanation
she thinks of them not
as 20 points of cancer
but as 20 rusty nails
hiding here and there
at awkward angles
somewhere in her abdomen.
According to the doc,
the nails could fail
at any time one by one
or else collapse en masse.
More chemo is an option.
With three kids, it might
be worth another try.
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