As soon as I was in your living room
There it was, sitting in the middle
The Pink Elephant: Cancer
We talked about our children
And their children
Days to come and days long past
And still it sat between us
Following the conversation
Sometimes smiling so that
We almost forgot how dangerous
Uncontrollable pink elephants
Can be as they run rampant
And the doctors talk about quality
Rather than quantity of life
Then when I have to leave
Maybe for the last time
The elephant trumpets
Stomps his foot until the walls shake
And scares the breath out of me
Arms around each other
We just feel too small
To fight a raging pink elephant.


Comments: 33
So sorry.
You wrote this with such feeling Vickie, you tore me up.
Blessings.
Thanks, sharon. Yesterday was pretty hard. She's gotten so much worse since mom's funeral that I was really shocked. I'm going to be going much more often to see her and sending her a ton a cards and letters of love.
I'm so sorry, Vicky. I can only imagine how hard this is for you both, and keep you in my thoughts.
Thanks, Kris. This being the oldest generation in the family is for the birds.
The powerful imagery you used here certainly underlines the feelings of love you have for your sister. Your beautifully worded expression of it touched my heart and I will keep you and your sister in my thoughts.
Thank you, Madame D. we visited her yesterday and she's all I can think about today.
this brought tears to my eyes. hugs my friend.
Thanks, CC. Her husband is having back surgery in July and she'll need someone to stay with her, and I hope I'm able to do it.
Hard thing. Beautifully written.
Thanks for the kind words.
I hate big pink elephants hanging out in the living room.
I am so sorry you are dealing with this.
Peace.
Vicky, this is heartbreaking. You found a way to write about something most of us don't even want to ponder.
Seeing her yesterday put into perspective that my own problems are pretty small in comparison.
Vicky, you say you don't know much about poetry, but I beg to differ. You captured nuances and emotion very powerfully. I am so sorry for your heartbreak.
beautifully written...
omg, such chilling power! perfectly wrought, this wretched reality.
Vicky, I am a little teary eyed righ now looking at your sweet photo thinking about what you and your sister have had to face and continue to face.
She is very lucky to have you during her struggles. I hope you both find peace.
Vicky-I'm so sorry. I'm glad you found a way to "talk" about it, and you did it amazingly well. I'm sorry you are sad.
Vicky, your evocative poem clearly indicates that you are not just a masterful story-teller, you are also a poet of the first order. This poem is finely crafted work... Well done!
You draw the reader in and use key words that open doors in our personal lives that have stayed silently imbedded in our own hearts. We examine them again, sometimes with tears of release at the memories. Most of us have gone thru some of these, at one time or another.
The photograph of your sister and yourself takes the reader deeper into the emotion of the poem, making us involved further.
Know that when:
The elephant trumpets
Stomps his foot until the walls shake
And scares the breath out of you
...we, your friends, are here to offer support and love.
Hugs and blessings.
I'm so sorry too. I hope you'll have many good days together.
Vicky
I'm sending out strong thoughts for you and your family.
My sister had breast cancer five years ago, ditto my husband - whilst the treatment for both was awful, they are still with us. It killed my brother at 32 - the same age as my Mum.
I HATE the disease.
Oh, honey. I can hardly type through the tears in my eyes.
Your poem is so well written and the emotions brought up by your words are gangbusters. You did a spectacular job with this, but I know it was born from real pain.
I love you and you know how to reach me if you need me.
BTW - my husband didn't have breast cancer, despite how it reads in the above comment.
((((((((((((((((Vicky))))))))))) <-- I got nothin' more than hugs for you.
I'm sorry your time is short, Vicky. Treasure what you do have and what you've had. I know all too well what it is like to lose a sibling. I've lost three; one just at the end of March.
Hang on to what you have. And let her know you love her.
Vicky Iam sorry to hear of this , I do know what your going through , please call if you need someone to talk to .
Ah, the elephant in the room.
I do know about pink elephants....blessings, friend....you and your sister are in my prayers.
Very, very sad. I have two sisters, both younger, one is not well....The other one is not as healthy as I....
I agree with Duckie's assessment..you are "a poet of the first order."
I am so sorry, you are both in my thoughts Vicky.
Vicky, I'm so sorry. I hope for the best for your sister and for you. I pray that you have strength and peace for yourself and for your sister. Your thoughts have been worded so eloquently.
Oh Vicky... I didn't know..
as the last one left from my bunch I think I understand.
be good to you too.
Lloyd
and as Ron said.. beautifully written...