YOU PADDLE YOUR OWN CANOE Tiny leaves have appeared on the branches of the willows A haze of green now decorates the muddy river bank. We speak few words as we paddle through the narrow channel- we do not mention cancer or the beading of new cells. You had asked to be kept informed though you could not cheat the beastly cells, so relentless in their onslaught. Our small canoe keeps pressing onward. The waters parting before us as if they could deliver your release.
Marian Veverka worked part time at the Port Clinton OH public library for over thirty years. Her poems have appeared in many literary journals and magazines. She lives near Marblehead OH, on the shores of Lake Erie.