All those years and all the abuse,
I thought I left behind me.
I moved away at 17,
To start a fresh new life,
Only to be buried in strife.
I put myself through years of abuse,
That’s all I ever knew.
It took three or four decades,
To really start anew.
Until last weekend,
In memory of my mom,
Who lost her life to cancer,
I decided to help the ongoing fight,
To find a cure for this dreadful disease,
I spent the evening and entire night,
At the zoo, to fight the fight,
For someone who scarred me,
Oh, so deeply.
I put myself through torture,
Round the route in my power chair,
And tried to grab a nap or two,
In temperatures so unfair,
To help fight the fight for a disease much too common,
For one of my abusers, my beloved mom.
~ van ~