Farrah Fawcett Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Farrah Fawcett

I cannot recall how,
Ended up on one site:
"Actress Fawcett died,
From cancer of rectal! "

I thought of my friends,
My friends for ages,
Mo or Joe, and Qasim.

I was there for Qasim,
Two of us, no one else,
Not wife, nor children,
And a nurse explained…

Some parts of the colon,
Must go to let the rest,
Live for life and be safe.

Joe is too stubborn,
Is proud, keeps secret,
Pains of rectal sickness!

Being his closest friend,
I know and am aware,
But I am in the shackle.

For the sake of his respect,
Have tied lips, cannot say,
A word that causes pain,
Deep in me, I am hurt!

My days, nights, in the fret,
Integrate fear with dread,
Last moment's sad message:
"Joe collapsed, lies in bed! "

Friendship means love, care,
Spiced with respect, help,
Joe, to me, is the best,
I am hushed, what can say?