• Memoir,  Poetry

    When She Was Sick by Vince Genna

    When she went through it, I captured every moment as I helped her, Push aside every doubt that, Maybe she wouldn’t make it out; Alive and well, We were swell… I would act like everything is fine, It wasn’t; I could see it in her eyes, It was too painful for her to cry, She would bat them in pace with every second the clock would tick, So she wouldn’t have to see my face as she lost me… To continue reading When She Was Sick click here.