My skin cancer is not a disgrace;
I can't help what appears on my face.
When I rise from the dead
and you look at my head,
of those blemishes there'll be no trace.
Imperfections or blemishes on our body are tempered by the goodness in our heart. A wonderful and touching poem. Liked the Poet's Notes. Very informative. Top Marks.
Thank you, Rose Marie. Your comments are always so positive and uplifting.
You've lived to a ripe old age though, Kim. good luck. Doug.
Part 2 of reply: Also, you make it sound as though my skin cancer is a death sentence. It is not. As I said, I have had skin cancer many times before. If left intreated, it can indeed be deadly. Thanks again for commenting.
Thanks, Doug, but, hey, I'm not that ripe and I'm not all that old! You didn't really think that I'm 105 as my profile says, did you? As far as I know, I was the first to put the maximum age as my own. Later, many others followed suit.
As someone who found a mole that appeared suddenly in January this poem raised an eye brow. Having done research on skin cancer I discovered I could be a good candidate. White, blue eyes and dark blond hair, also easy to burn skin. I am sad to hear of the misfortune you have been given Kim, I never heard of downwinders until now, what a cruel thing to go through, the carelessness of the government and military strikes again! I wish you the best.
Thanks, Kevin. There are many books about us downwinders. One that I have right now is American Ground Zero: The Secret Nuclear War by Carole Gallagher Just Google " books about downwinders" and you can find many others.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done. A timely limerick with good meter and rhyme. Also, true!