A Woman Dying

In a room, bedridden in pain,
And death lurking at the gate,
She lay there dying.
No one could see the tears
she's crying.
The husband sent out the
daughter
Who came back with a bottle
of medicine that is bitter.
I hope this will make you
feel better.
But that cancer is growing
even larger;
We should take her to a hospital;
But from where will I find
the naira?

poem by Efe Benjamin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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