Robin Bennett Poems
- Cancer How I remember the waiting room, at my Daddy's ...
- A Busted Myth Baby, hold me tight and- away from the grips ...
- I'M That Kind Of Girl I'm the kind of girl that buys her ...
- Devil's Advocate (A Dark Sonne... An earthly man cloaked in ...
- You'Re So Vain I wondered why your decoder ring ...
- Until We Fell When I remember you I think of us ...
- A Poet's Truth It takes a certain type of person to write ...
I'm born and raised in New Orleans, La. I have had a passion for poetry for as long as i can remember. I still have my first piece I penned, it was a narrative to my family, I was six at the time. I've been writing ever since. I'd love to finally see my name in print one day. Not attached to a
' wanted in connection' with behind it. Married with a son and a daughter. Neither shares my... more »
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How I remember the waiting room,
at my Daddy's oncologist's office-
If being eaten alive by cancer isn't enough-
The waiting room is full of old boring, dated
magazines in stages of disarray.
It smells like chemicals and fear,
and it looks deadly real.
Ugly pictures of a fisherman caught
in a raging nor' easter. Truly not a
well thought out metaphor, if I do
say so myself. The anti-cancer drugs
make the pale and weak thirsty,
not a water cooler in sight.
Daddy, how can you trust this
man with your life?
He's a supreme failure in ...