Cancer Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cancer

Cancer is,
As I have heard
Though natural very hard.

Yes this one
Told by her
The daughter who was mom
Mom for dad; an artist
Spent life till his end
Cancer is, for my soul

Forced exile
Then return
Politics and sanctions
Lack of pills, medicine
Helped his death

"I saw him..."
Daughter says
"Two A.M."
Then she cries
"Five o'clock ‘Was over'"

Abrasive
Each angle of their lives
Rubs my soul
I'm father with daughter
She lives far in The States
(To have life)
Unaware of father
How he'll die