Can I cry.

Can I cry?  Please let me cry.
I feel so helpless and feeble left wondering why.
How can one person be put through so much?
When people more worthy live life without touch.

I look at her face and her now hairless head,
Face pressed upon pillow as she rests on her bed.
Such angelic a figure she does so present,
The pain and the suffering I do so resent.

To hold her, to touch her, to take out the pain;
A target in truth and unreachable aim.
I feel so much guilt though I'm not the cause,
Allowing my feelings to win without pause.

I have to continue and try to be strong,
And prove that the science of illness is wrong.
We will beat this cancer, the dreaded disease'
A journey so long, and not done with ease.

But done it will be, of that I am certain,
I'll pay scant regard to the level of hurting.
To hide all my fears, to stand and be strong,
For sadness to show would be ever so wrong.
                                                      I won't cry...