Poem Exploring End Of Life

Were I to write a poem on our lives

with the perfect title, that title would be:

Laughing All The Way.

It wouldn’t be perfectly accurate. 

No simple summary could be.

But this is as close as I could come

to describing our lives, even now,

with breast cancer in stage IV.

So I declare, it was all Jingle Bells,

with an excellent sleigh

and lots of laughing,

Unless this is whistling in the dark.

No doubt a good deal of both.