Her wavering light
grew dimmer and dimmer
with each passing night
every day ways a struggle
to keep her flame alight
even though she was facing
such a terrible plight
she never lost her smile
As weeks turned to months
I watched her grow weaker and weaker
but she still fought relentlessly
for her life
and even through it all
she always had the courage
to wrestle the storms
that came her way
maybe that why
she never stopped
believing that one day
it would get better
It was hard to watch her
put on a brave face
while cancer took
a piece of her
day by day
but she never lost hope
hoping that her miracle
was on the way
Even though her light grew
fainter and fainter each day
it could only take so much
before the winds came
and blew it away
like many other candles
wrestling the storm
her light was blown away
and now all that remains
of her is her memory
forever embedded
in my heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and penned. To put up a brave front in front of that deadly disease needs immense will power. The helpless state of another well described