Judah's Cancer Cure
by Keilah, 4th grade
You, Judah, I celebrate you
Your sickness is cancer it came
from a black rose. It tastes like
Mustard and pickle juice in egg shells
it smells like dirty diapers. It feels
Like razor sharp dragon scales.
Your cancer will leave you when
the sun rises and the darkness
runs away. But, for now, I think
I have some things to help. Warm
Chocolate mousse, small golden towns,
lots of soccer games. I mix these
ingredients in a pitcher of gold and jewels.
I give it to you along with a hand full
of health, a bucket of happiness,
and some love.
