Cannabis for Pain

[miyako73]

My nanny,
Youthful then and strong,
Held my chin
Against the waves
Coming to drown us,
Pulled me towards her
For safe embrace,
And pushed my shoulder
To let me go
Floating on the sea
Among the froths;
She taught me how to swim.

My nanny,
Now ageing and broken,
Holds my hand
To tell me
Her daily pain,
She pulls my fingers
To feel her breast,
Bursting and bleeding,
And pushes my palm
Towards the pouch
In my pocket;
I teach her how to smoke.

[zoolane]

Nice poem about your nan and you but could not delve deep into your feelings and discover how you could write about the relationship or how feeling about big 'C' word. I am sorry if got wrong impression about your nan.

[miyako73]

You don't have to apologize. This poem focuses on the sharing of knowledge and the reversal of role between then and now and my nanny and I due to difficult circumstances--cancer and addiction.

[hillwalker]

Fine poem with the switch in roles skillfully counterbalanced between both verses.

H