Sickness Poems

Sickness Poems

Sickness and pain, suffering is so hard

When a family member has an illness, the entire family can be affected. The way that the illness is dealt with has an affect on the entire family. Some mothers or fathers feel that it is best to discuss the illness as little as possible with their children because they don't want to worry them. This can often have the opposite effect. Because the children know something is going on, but they don't know what, it often feels more scary for them. It is often best to give them as much information as they ask for. In this way they will feel part of what is going on.

36 Sick Children and Parents Poems

  1. 1. Dementia

    • By Debbie Bell
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems December 21, 2020

    My beautiful mum passed away on the January 20, 2020. I looked after mum at home for 10 years and then mum was placed in a care facility where she was for 3 years.

    Dementia From The Parent’s Perspective

    Help me to remember
    What I forget each day.
    Don't let the dementia
    Take my memories away.
    Keep reminding me
    What we used to do,
    And always remember
    I'll always love you.
    You are my beautiful child,
    That will never change.
    Though the dementia
    Will make me act strange,
    It's not my fault, my love.
    It's the dementia that I have.
    It's what is does to you,
    So try not to be sad.
    Just hold my hand
    And try to reassure me.
    If I'm very confused
    Just change the story.
    At times I will be there.
    I'll remember little things,
    But then it will fade again
    And sadness it will bring.

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  3. 2. I'm A Person Too

    I'm a CNA in a nursing/rehab center, and love what I do. I've been in the medical field for 14 years and couldn't ask for a more rewarding job. I wrote this poem by putting myself in a patients shoes while writing.

    Poem From Patient To Hospital Staff

    Here I lie in bed again, Awaiting my next meal.
    A worker barges in my room, As if it's no big deal.

    What ever happened to courtesy? Just a little knock.
    Do you think I'm just a vegetable, Laying here like a rock?

    What ever happened to manners? I haven't got a clue.

    BUT KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

    I know I can not talk, Or even joke around.
    But I'm well aware of everything, and also every sound.

    If you have another worker help, change me during rounds.
    Please don't talk about me, as if I'm not around.

    Treat me with respect, the same I'd give to you.

    KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

    My bones are stiff and achy, I hear you say I'm contracted.
    My belly hurts, I haven't pooped, I hope I'm not impacted.

    I'm sorry I may drool, and at times I even stare.
    It's not easy being old, aging isn't fair.

    These are the cards God dealt me, There's nothing I can do.

    JUST KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

    I used to be a lively one, just like your pretty self.
    I traveled, married, and worked long hours until I lost my health.

    I press my light to see a face, Or just for company.
    For someone just to look inside, and realize that I'm ME.

    You walked past my light, what am I to do?

    PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.

    I'm sorry that I messed the bed, I feel like such a baby.
    I'm so embarrassed, and ashamed, that I'm doing this at eighty.

    I'm sorry I couldn't hold it, I didn't know what to do.

    KEEP IN MIND AND DON'T FORGET, THAT I'M A PERSON TOO.

    I wish that I was able, to communicate some way.
    So finally I'd get the chance, to say what I want to say.

    I hear you talk with other patients, so please don't walk away.
    If everyone showed a little compassion, I wouldn't feel this way.

    My name is Helen, and I'm all alone.
    Cancer took my husband, he had it in his bones.

    We had one child, our precious son.
    Until his life was taken by a gun.

    So here I am, no family left, as loneliness weighs heavy on my chest.

    I may be sad, I may be blue.

    PLEASE REMEMBER I'M A PERSON TOO.

    Next time my light is on, come and see if I'm OK.
    I'm a retired nurse of thirty years, and would love to hear about your day.

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  5. 3. Changing Places

    I always felt that of the over 500 poems that I have written, this one was the most insightful as it was written when my older sister started through this pattern. Now, at 92, I am watching myself carefully and thanking God I am still OK. I'm also glad that I lived through the era when music was music and poetry was rhythm and rhyme. I am grateful for my file of special letters from people from all over the world who read my poetry and let me know they were amused, comforted, or inspired.

    Poem About When A Loved One Has Alzheimer's

    I see the sadness in your eyes,
    The times that you are knowing
    What's happening to your wondrous mind,
    The symptoms you are showing.

    It was so hard to recognize
    When they started coming through.
    The little things that changed you
    From the person that I knew.

    The doctor's confirmation
    Was so hard to accept,
    To know that little could be done,
    That there's no cure as of yet.

    Forgive me, dear, if sometimes
    I give in to my frustrations.
    It's just so overwhelming,
    This change in our relations.

    Now I'm the one to be on guard,
    To keep you safe from harm,
    Protecting you the best I can
    And not showing my alarm.

    I hope you still can understand
    How much you mean to me.
    Though you curse me or forget me,
    I'll accept what has to be.

    For I will still remember
    The joys that we once shared.
    You showed me in so many ways
    How very much you cared.

    I pray to God to give me strength
    To do what must be done,
    To trust that in the future
    This battle will be won.

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  6. 4. Overdose

    • By Julie Lee
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems May 2008

    This poem came to me as I visited my brother in the hospital after he overdosed.

    Message To Doctors And Nurses

    Who do you see lying there,
    As you hold his wrist in your hand?
    I see what you see, but I know who I know
    My brother, your patient, the man.

    Someone who babbles, dribbles and smells,
    A pretty unpleasant sight,
    Someone who stares and laughs for no reason,
    Someone who "isn't quite right".

    But I know the child who played in the sun
    With the hopes and dreams of us all
    The teen who loved music and QPR,
    With a talent for playing football.

    No, he doesn't play now, his ankles were crushed
    When he jumped to escape from the pain
    Of the demons who haunted and taunted him
    No, he'll never play football again.

    But somewhere there still is the person
    Who's loving, gentle, and kind,
    Who lives in fear of a hostile world
    That he sees with his tortured mind.

    Just wanted you to see beyond
    The shell now in your care,
    So you could know a bit of the man
    My brother, lying there

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  7. 5. Last Embers Verse II

    • By BGW
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems September 21, 2022

    Watching someone you love very much slowly drift away.

    When The End Of Life Is Near

    Each day you come and see me, I wonder who you are.
    You seem so happy to sit beside me and give away your time.
    As you tell me stories, I sit there in a dreamlike state of mind.
    I don't know if I knew you, so many memories have passed me by.

    You talk to me so much, but silence is all I can reply.
    As you hold my hand, I see the tears swell up in your eyes.
    You seem so happy to see me, yet still I make you cry.
    You sob such soft and gentle tears, but I cannot reason why.

    You talk of different places, but these four walls are all I see.
    These walls I sit and look at are all the comfort that I need.
    The walls provide safety; the life outdoors is not for me.
    My life is slow and simple, the world outside confuses me.

    Each day you're next to me, familiarity at my side.
    You offer me love and kindness, but I have no emotions left to give.
    Your face hides so much burden; I sense the end is near.
    You watch me slowly drift away, like the last embers on the fire.

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  8. 6. Losing Me...Finding Me

    In February 2010, at the age of 42, after a year of pain, confusion, and frustration, I was diagnosed with Parkinson's. Having always been a healthy, active, and energetic person, I struggled to adjust to a life of pain and uncertainty, and I had to come to terms with the loss of the person I had always been.
    Gradually, with God at my side, supporting or sometimes even carrying me, I began to accept the new path I was required to tread.

    Diagnosed With Parkinson's Disease

    I look in the mirror and the person I see
    Is someone who used to be me.
    That person was strong and healthy, rarely ill,
    And her energy was endless; she never sat still.

    Then one day she disappeared behind my face,
    And a stranger took her place.
    I'm living in a body I no longer know,
    And a pain from within me has begun to grow.

    At night, when others sleep, I lie awake,
    Feeling my body tremble and shake.
    My limbs feel stiff and my muscles ache.
    I feel like a rag doll about to break.

    "What's wrong with me?" asks a voice from within.
    "And whose body is this, under my skin?
    Surely this isn't going to be the new me?"
    Then a Higher Voice whispers, "Just accept it...it's meant to be."

    I searched for answers...a diagnosis I needed.
    A long 9 months later I found a doctor who heeded.
    A condition was confirmed; I wasn't losing my mind.
    Hypochondria it wasn't...Parkinson's was the find.

    I have to keep going; this isn't the end.
    Just a rough, rocky road with a very big bend.
    I know God will help me; He never lets me down.
    With His hand in mine, there's no need to frown.

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  9. 7. The Greatest Loss

    This poem is about a man watching his wife fade away due to Alzheimer's Disease

    Watching A Wife Fade From Alzheimer's Disease

    When the time came again to visit her there,
    He'd feel that dark sense of despair.
    He could already picture her sweet, gentle face,
    Marred by that sad, empty stare.

    Sometimes he'd wonder just where she had gone.
    It was as if she was only a shell.
    Most of the time she'd forget who he was,
    Or she'd swear he was somebody else.

    It was torture for him to see her like this,
    Surrounded by other lost souls.
    She was gradually losing herself every day.
    There was nothing that she could control.

    Her good days grew less and her bad days grew worse.
    It was as if she had already died.
    There were days he'd be willing to tell her good-bye.
    She was existing, not living a life.

    But oh how he'd long to see her again.
    For a moment, to just catch a glimpse
    Of that wonderful woman, so special and dear,
    That dear wife he so desperately missed.

    The cruelty of life was undeniable,
    And the reality of death was a curse.
    But watching that person he adored fade away,
    For him, there had been nothing worse.

    He wanted so much just to hold her
    And together stroll down memory lane.
    But the life they once knew stopped existing for her,
    And she no longer could see him the same.

    He held on for years, ever loyal and true.
    She was still all that mattered in life.
    And despite how much farther she drifted away,
    His heart kept her always close by.

    When that last moment came, he was with her.
    He was there sitting right by her side,
    And his heart filled with joy as she looked up at him,
    And their love shined so bright in her eyes.

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  10. 8. In His Hands

    This was just how I felt when I found out my dad had cancer, just my thoughts and feelings.

    Finding Out Dad Is Sick

    I heard some bad news today, something that made me scared,
    Today I found out my dad has cancer; it was something I had always feared.
    I knew many people that passed away because of this evil cell,
    Yet I know of some that beat it, and of course turned out well.
    The fact that my dad is sick, just completely blows my mind,
    When this poison is inside of him, and the cure they cannot find.
    My mom is really upset, and doesn't know what to do,
    My sister cries herself to sleep and sometimes I find myself doing it too.
    I know I have to be strong, and my prayers are always said,
    But the question is: Does anyone really hear me when I'm lying there in bed?
    What doesn't kill us makes us stronger, that's why I always have hope,
    But with each passing day that it's on my mind, I find it really hard to cope.
    I promised myself that no matter what, I would stay strong for my dad,
    His feelings he does not show really well, but I know that he is sad.
    I know our fate is in your hands God, but please have mercy on his soul,
    Hold his hand and watch over him, as his treatment he will soon undergo.
    Help him through this struggle, as he is precious to me like a pearl,
    God, please listen for our prayer's..........signed....daddy's little girl!

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  11. 9. Suffering Up Close

    My poem is not a happy one, it is sad and it is real, and at some point in life many will come face to face with some type of suffering, but the most heart breaking suffering is that of someone we love, and we can be so close yet feel so helpless. I am sure that there are others that have felt this type of pain.

    Suffering And Loss Of A Loved One

    Suffering up close is so different from afar,
    it's the supreme test in life,
    to show what strengths there are.

    Will I have the strength,
    to watch the pain I do not bare,
    and help another through her cross
    which she does not want to share.

    Can I help her make it through the night,
    until the dawn appears,
    and will I be able to comfort her and wipe away her fears?

    Yes, suffering up close is so different from afar,
    You know when you've been through it,
    when your heart wears sorrow's scar.

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  12. 10. Living With Dementia

    • By Emma L. Buckley
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 27, 2021

    I wrote this poem to raise awareness of people suffering from dementia. I work as a caregiver, and until starting this job, I didn't understand much about dementia or how it affected people. I would like to share my newfound knowledge with others and ensure that everyone knows that it isn't just "being forgetful" or "being difficult" and that it is just as distressing for those suffering as it is for those around them.

    Dementia Awareness

    My mind is not what it once was:
    wilting like a rose.
    One thing you must remember:
    this is not the life I chose.

    Memories grow more distant
    each and every day.
    I never once considered
    that I'd end up this way.

    So please hold judgement.
    Let me be.
    Please be patient.
    I am still me.

    It takes a little longer now for me to understand
    but with your help, I will.
    My moods and symptoms vary,
    but I am human still.

    Dementia comes in many forms,
    we need to spread the word.
    Make everyone you know aware,
    as they may not have heard.

    I hope we find a cure one day,
    for I feel like I'm stuck.
    Researchers work very hard,
    I pray they have some luck.

    My mind is not what it once was:
    wilting like a rose.
    One thing you must remember:
    this is not the life I chose.

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  13. 11. Last Embers Verse I

    • By BGW
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems January 5, 2022

    This poem is about the pain of watching someone loved so very much just slowly fade away.

    Slowly Losing A Loved One

    The clarity of my mind has faded.
    Those vibrant thoughts, slowly washed away.
    Memories once so strong, are now so distant.
    Names of those I held so dear, escape me now.

    My life is confused, unclear, like the darkness of the night.
    The warmth of stories old, no longer take me back.
    A life remembered fondly by so many, is hidden to me now.
    Solemn times, so cherished and adored, no longer come to mind.

    People look at me so lovingly, but I know not who they are.
    Loving faces so unfamiliar, they no longer bring a smile.
    No sign of love is felt, nothing lights my eyes.
    How I wish I knew these people, and why I make them cry.

    You hold my hand, I feel no love, no sense of who you are.
    My thoughts so barren of recollection, so empty to my voice.
    A life bereft of meaning, emotion and desire.
    My life once so radiant, just the last few embers of the fire.

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  14. 12. A Forgotten Life

    My mum has been suffering from dementia for 4 years and is now in a residential home. She is 84, and up until the age of 78, she was still working and driving. She doesn't remember her husband or myself and my 2 sisters. In fact, there is no recognition in her memory of the life she had before the dementia. It seems such a cruel disease to wipe out a person's life completely that it inspired me to write this poem. I am sure it will relate to a lot of people experiencing this "loss" of a loved one.

    Poem About A Loved One Suffering With Dementia

    She resides in a home, sits in a chair,
    Nothing to bother her, make her worry or care.
    Caretakers to help her wash and dress,
    Doing all that they can not to cause her distress.
    She smiles and accepts the care that they give,
    The meals and the medicines she depends on to live.

    Her mind should have memories both good and bad.
    Why can't she remember the life she once had?
    Not aware of the people who came to see her today
    Or what they told her, or how long the stay.

    Family and friends she no longer knows.
    Just a flicker of remembrance occasionally shows.
    The memories are gone, now just a blank, empty space,
    Remembering nothing she had before she came to this place.

    Is she sad and afraid? She can't let us know
    Because these are emotions she's unable to show.
    All that's changed is her mind. She is still there,
    The same person for whom I always will care.
    I'll always remember what she means to me
    Because she's my mum, who else could she be?

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  15. 13. My Hero

    • By Bonnie S. Walden
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    In this poem, a grandmother talks about her grandson's fight with Leukemia. This sickness is a warrior but so is Nicholas. Together, with all his supporters, they will beat this disease.

    My Grandson

    I did not find my hero till the sunset of my life.
    He did not come on a white horse with armor shining bright.
    He simply was born in the wee hours of the morn.
    He came to fill my life with a glorious loving light.
    He came to fight a villain the naked eye cannot see.
    He keeps it all inside him and smiles through all my fears.
    He laughs and dances as if he feels no pain.
    He does this to protect me
    So my tears will not be falling like warm summer rain.
    This is the relationship of a Grandmother and her Grandson.
    Every day we raise our armor to hold back Leukemia.
    It is a chemical warfare bound with prayers, optimism, and everlasting love.
    We will destroy the enemy and claim back our precious gift.
    My hero will climb in my arms and I will rock him to sleep.
    There is nothing greater than this moment in time.
    Thank you, LORD, for this moment is Nicholas's and mine.

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  16. 14. One Wish

    • By Lindsey N. Smith
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    A woman prays to God to heal her sick mother and make her pain and suffering go away.

    Prayer For A Mother Who Is Sick

    If I had one last wish to make it would have to be,
    that God would heal my mom and give her pain to me.
    For I've never seen my mom hurt so bad in all my life,
    I'd do anything and everything to take her pain and strife.
    She's the only one who never lost complete faith in me,
    without her here by my side I'm not sure where I'd be.
    We didn't always get along but then again who does,
    she taught me about the
    Real world and what life really was.
    I think I owe her one for all the hell I put her through,
    so God if you can grant this wish for me I'll eternally be grateful to you.
    And if my mom ever decides to ask why her life suddenly changed this way,
    do me a favor and let her know that I said Happy late Mother's Day.

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  17. 15. A Lost Memory

    This is a true story told to me by a friend about a time she visited her mother in a nursing home where her mother lived. She said it was the worst feeling in the world to have to live through. It was so heartbreaking that I couldn't forget it. At the time she told it, all I could do was cry.

    Poem About Caring For A Parent With Alzheimer's

    She lovingly handles
    her mother with care
    as she washes and curls
    and fixes her hair.

    They laugh and talk
    the hours away.
    Then out of the blue,
    her mother did say,

    "You're so nice.
    Now what is your name?"

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  18. 16. Dementia

    I am dealing with a sister who has been diagnosed with dementia. The whole experience has been scary and devastating to watch her mind deteriorate while there is so little I can do to but keep her company and help her days by doing things with her. We try to enjoy the days and we try not to dwell on what we know is inevitable. It seems I have grown closer than I was with her before, and maybe that is because I know what is yet to come.

    A Family Member With Dementia

    There are times when things seem normal again
    We laugh and talk about trivial things
    We enjoy each other's company
    But we can't deny the thought in our minds
    Unspoken words of what lingers behind
    Of knowing it will come sooner than we are ready for
    I don't know if I will be able to stand the sorrow
    Of losing you before your body goes
    And sometimes I sit and cry alone
    For it is hard to watch you slowly go....

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  19. 17. Shell Of A Person I Once Knew

    This poem is about losing someone without them being dead. My family has suffered a lot of loss. My father passed away suddenly in 2012 from congestive heart failure. Shortly thereafter my mother became quite ill and has never been the same. When we were growing up, my mother was extremely bubbly. She was a friend to everyone she met. She is extremely limited now. Due to her extreme illness, she does not talk much anymore. She does not communicate. She lies in her bed and listens to the TV all day long. She's no longer the mother I always knew and loved.

    Poem About Losing A Mother While She Is Alive

    You're the shell of the person I once knew.
    When I talk, I know you can hear,
    But I barely feel your spirit lingering near.

    You've given up... at least part way.
    I can't help but envision the words that you'd say
    If you weren't the shell of a person I once knew.

    You express your love for me, but that's just it.
    You'd rather I come and quietly sit.
    I wish you were more than the shell of a person I once knew.

    I love you with all of my heart and soul.
    Sometimes I feel like I'm losing control
    Because it's hard to see the shell of a person I once knew.

    My heart hurts because I know you're aching.
    Your body's there, but it's just the casing.
    It's the shell of a person I once knew.

    I don't want you to die; I'd be left here on earth,
    But passing on brings peace and rebirth.
    You'd be more than the shell of a person I once knew.

    It's your choice in the end to fight or give up.
    It's not our actions that define when or what...
    Please be more than the shell of a person I once knew.

    Release your spirit to Heavenly Father's grace.
    Only then will you see his kind, smiling face.
    No longer a shell of a person I once knew.

    You'd be free from all the worldly limitations.
    In heaven you'd be expressing exclamations,
    Freed from the shell of a person I once knew.

    You're not really the shell of a person I once knew;
    You're my mother and I love you.
    You're not a burden that I heavily have to bear;
    You're strength, inspiration, and care.
    You're kind and loving and all that I aspire to be.
    It's selfish to want to keep you here close to me.

    You get to choose how long you want to stay,
    So I'll keep on coming every day.
    I'll rub your feet and scratch your back,
    Read you your line up and help you take a bath.

    Mom, take your time, it's patience I'm learning.
    I'm developing and my soul's constantly yearning.
    Each lesson is coming... selflessness and humility.
    You're who I want to be.

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  20. 18. Gram

    • By Sherry A. Mockler
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    Teetering on the brink of life and death, only God knows what is best.

    On The Brink Of Death

    When I see you lying there
    Fighting for every breath
    It makes me have to realize
    How close you are to death
    When I see you lying there
    And know the pain that you've been through
    I wonder and I think
    What is God going to do?
    Will He send His Angels
    To carry you away
    To give your weary heart a rest
    And take you to Gramps today?
    Will He send a miracle
    And give you back again?
    God knows just what is best
    You are in His Hands.

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  21. 19. Death Comes In The Form Of Love

    I wrote this poem in the early nineties after a friend of mine died of AIDS. She contacted H.I.V. by having intercourse with a "one night stand". This was before the current medication prolonged those afflicted lives. As I was thinking about her I said to myself, "Imagine Death comes in the form of love" and wrote the poem. the lesson is you don't have to be gay or use dirty needles to contact H.I.V

    Poem About AIDS And Danger Of Sexualy Transmited Diseases

    A pretty girl meets a handsome man,
    Once upon a Saturday night.
    He takes her home and he kisses her,
    And they make love with all their might.

    Passion runs wild thru the midnight hour,
    And they're making love galore.
    But in the heat of this moment,
    Death comes knocking on the door.

    Cause death comes in the form of love,
    And it's as black as the ace of spades,
    And we should all be leery of,
    A virus that leads to Aids.

    A pretty girl in a motel room,
    She's with a very handsome man.
    He gives the girl a warm embrace,
    And a look that she understands,

    All she sees is the handsome face,
    Of this strange paramour.
    And she's too naive to ever believe,
    That death is knocking on the door.

    Cause death comes in the form of love,
    And it's as black as the ace of spades.
    And we should all be leery of,
    A virus that leads to Aids.

    A pretty girl in a waiting room,
    And she's as sick as she can be.
    Because a doctor has just told her,
    That she now has H.I.V.

    A pretty girl on her death bed,
    Just waiting on The Lord above.
    And before she dies she reminds all,
    That death comes in the form of love.

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    This poem is great. I'm sorry for your loss HIV is one of the worst ways to die keep up the good work.

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  22. 20. Fallen Soldier

    • By Louisa W. Williams
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006

    Sickness ravages the body and challenges a person too fight back with all their heart and soul.

    Cancer War



    There are just a few things that can hit you so hard
    That even years later you are left emotionally scarred.
    It is the word that makes me freeze,
    When all I really want to do, I scream.
    This thing that scares me so much is cancer.
    But she is too tough, I was sure it couldn't get her.
    This awful word has taken my family and friends
    And leaves deep cuts I am afraid will never fully mend
    But it doesn't make sense, she is such a strong woman
    I looked up to her for standing by through thick and thin.
    I tell my mother she can't be right
    It couldn't get her, she would put up too big a fight.
    They say there are fights you just can't win
    But I know this woman, she will never give in.
    This is the woman who wouldn't lay to rest
    Until she felt her daughters did their best.
    All I know is that she will win this fight
    And until that day I will pray
    for her heart every night.

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