It Hurts
I thought I had a problem with my brain
it was causing me all kinds of problems
but I've lived with it for 74 years with no problem
it was really causing me to dwell on it
on Monday my wife and I went to the doctor
for her to have a bone marrow test
on Tuesday we went back to the doctor
boy, what he told us we were not expecting
it hit us like a ten ton truck
he told my wife you have leukemia and it is not curable
right there I forgot all about my brain problem
I am crying now
I can't write any more about it
It hurts too much
It hurts
It hurts
It hurts too much
Wanda, I love you so much
Devastated -- Ceino Rey Quimintan
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