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My Son Is Gone

Donnie was born a normal boy
He played with trucks and other toys
But one day when he was three
He fell to the ground unusually
The doctor said a vertebrae
Had collapsed and gone away
I asked in tears for an answer
The answer was "Bone Cancer"
For seven years I watched him grow
Not knowing when I'd see the next blow
One bone after another eaten away
Until there was nothing left: Hooray!
Death a blessing. Torture gone Away.

About this poem

One of my children died of cancer. I will attempt to describe the event and how it affected me.

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Written on June 07, 2022

Submitted by davidg.37672 on June 10, 2022

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David Granteer

The website shows me as "davidg20663". This is the identity I was assigned when I joined. The stuff (including poems) under this identity was submitted before I joined the website. I was born in Montana and grew up in Portland, OR. I went to a technical high school, Benson, and worked on the radio station there, KBPS. I was in the Navy Reserves and spent my active duty in Washington, DC I have a BS in physics and an MSEE I am a life Senior Member of the Institute of Electrical and Electronic Engineers I was granted two patents I have been married nine times The name of my present wife is Carol We have a combined family of six children I list my religion as Zen Buddhism more…

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  • msharpe01
    Thanks for sharing this David. Losing a child would be the most terrible thing I can think of. I got a late start with my family and my son is now 26 and I still worry about him.
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  • Dougla$Irishman
    This poem deserves a thousand comments,, a true to life story of extreme loss Human life loss especially in children is too hard to put in words I lost a baby girl, Stephanie so I know.!
    LikeReplyReport 118 days ago


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