Victory Poem by Paul Butters

The chemo was the worst.
Endless months of needles
And going bald.
Radiotherapy was no fun either.
Nor those nasty ops.
Those endless months,
Trailing down the Spartan
Hospital corridors.
Having to shake away the utter shock
Of that horrible ‘C’ word.
Then battling infections
And even broken bones (from a fall) .

But now rejoice!
Our Trevor’s in remission!
The war is won.
Free at last
He bounds out
Of the hospital doors
Into the road.
The car’s brakes squeal horribly...

(W) and (C) 27\4\2008.