My Turn Poem by Terri Brown

When I see you I think God it's not me
I know it is no longer about you
Your family is near and they are upset

Everytime I see it I always pray
'Dear God please be with the family...thank you it is not me'
I know someday it will be me...in the distant future

Now it is my turn
It isn't fair
I am not ready

My family does not get sick
My family will not die
I am not ready

I am so mumb
I can't cry
I keep thinking this is happening to someone else

I will keep going
Foolish optimism is a great coping mechanism
I know better

You say it's cancer
According to you there is a cure
I know better

Please God
It can't be time
please don't let it be me