As cancer strikes the family again,
its silent advance resonates like thunder
in an empty cave.
I am reminded of the irrational fears
that stalk us in childhood -
when under the table seemed to be
a safe refuge from invisible monsters.
By playing ostrich and keeping very, very, quiet,
perhaps this time the storm will pass us by.
Lightening doesn't strike twice, or thrice,
or four times after all - does it ?
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