F@%k Cancer Mrs Enginerd Poetry



A flury of snow.

The fury of a thousand calls and text that will never be sent or seen;

The deep ire of learning to live an unchampioned life.

The realization that the rotting flesh led to unresolved issues and excess emotional baggage because we couldn’t properly say goodbye.

There you lie,

Beyond the help of modern science,

Beyond reproach,

Unearthed unless a million years pass by and archeologists find you only to wonder what did you in.

I weep for I no longer get to see you,

For I no longer have to rise up to the expectations of the mother I lost before finding each other.

May you rest in the peace denied me…

By MrsEnginerd

Engineer, DIY enthusiast, world traveler, avid reader, pitbull owner, and nerd whisperer. 😎🤓😘🐶

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