Walking down the circular path
to the vaulted room – Radiation
Turning the corner, she looked up
smiling at me. She just finished her
treatment. Seven or eight, I think.
Snuggled in her arm, she carried a
“Does that help?” I asked.
She smiled, “Yes.”
The next day walking the path
there he was, sitting on the hand
rail – her Teddy Bear.
“Oh no, look she forgot her bear.”
“No, she didn’t.”
I looked at my guide confused.
“No, she left him for you.”
My Dad always told me that:
real men do not cry.
But I did.
And yes, it helped.