And in these cells the memory ever lasts

Can anaemia arrive by loss and grief
The red blood cells are flat in disbelief
Too large to penetrate the body cells
No oxygen to feed the brain that tells.

The macro-sized red blood cells well with grief
They cannot weep nor obtain true relief
They knock out other cells as they go past
And in  these cells the memory ever lasts

The doctor at the clinic gives out pills
Folic acid with  gripe water swilled
Cortisone to heal the raw red flesh
But in the mind, the memories burn and  flash

Every cell desires to live and do its task
Can they be deceived by any mask?

 

 

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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