Broken

We had always dreamt of our perfect holiday, a perfect break
You had always dreamt of our kids, beaming with familiar smiles

Broken dreams and nights without sleep
When your funny mole we had named like parents
Took away our hopes and then your hair
And then your smile

Your final days in final pain which
Wigs and hats could not conceal
Spent in the sun that never felt so cold
As your flickering flame
Whispered goodnight one final time