By Julie Cadwallader Staub
It was just two nights ago
when we told the kids:
No more treatments for Dad.
The doctors predict three to six months.
So tonight when I go into our daughter’s bedroom
to kiss her good night
and she is still wide awake,
I sit down beside her
put my hand on her shoulder
“Is it anything you want to talk about?”
“Oh Mom,” she says.
“Tomorrow I have two whole class periods
with that boy who’s been smiling at me.
Oh Mom, I just can’t wait for tomorrow to come.”
Included in my book Face to Face: A Poetry Collection, published by Cascadia Publishing, Telford PA 2010