Like Mother - 21

My son, Kyle, opened a bottle of root beer earlier this evening. Inside the cap were the words "Write a poem".  He handed it to me and said, "Write a poem Mom, it'll be good for you." 

I haven't written a poem since grade school.  And even though it surrounds unhappy circumstances, I had fun writing it.  Kyle was right.

I still need to work on a title.  I'm open to suggestions. 

There were three gals named Laye and Plait

Two daughters and a mother were they.

They exercised and watched what they ate

And were healthy in every way.

The youngest lived life without watching the clock

And looked forward to her high school ball.

A lump in her throat made her visit the doc

And that was the start of it all.

Diagnosis of thyroid cancer came as a shock

As no relative had it before.

She went through treatment strong like a rock

Not knowing there would be more.

Four years later on screening ultrasound

Mother Plait to her surprise and dismay.

Discovered that three nodules were found

Needing biopsy without delay.

Off to the hospital the ladies flew

This time to support their mother.

It was her turn and in her heart she knew

That she wouldn’t want it to be any other.

But misfortune again reared its ugly head

This time in the oldest child.

Mother was barely out of her sick bed

When another cancer diagnosis was filed.

Is there a lesson to be learned from this?

We hope that it soon will be clear.

But in the meantime give your loved ones a kiss

And hold them ever so near.