I wish I could be made into a wizard
to guide my wife through the blizzard.
So much suffering she has to endure
for the slim hope of finding a cure.
There is only so much she can take
already so long burning at the stake
and for me a constant waiting room
feeling more and more like a tomb.
Already she had three surgeries
if in vain then mere butcheries
also radiation at her breast
now chemotherapy ain't she blessed?
I don't mean to sound so cynical
but this will never seem typical.
My lovely wife still a child at heart
and I will always be her counterpart.