She Is An Angel Poem by Mel Caron

She Is An Angel



There is a woman
She is a very special woman
To me, since I was a tiny baby
Maybe a week old, she took care of me
I never doubted how much, she cared
Today though, I am really, really scared
She asks us to pray
But its the best of the souls that seem to pay
If I pray, God might help save her
But, how could he torture
Her in the first place?
She is an angel, on the face
Of this earth!
Who is worth
More than diamonds and gold
She deserves to grow old
With her husband, and see her son graduate
How could dying of cancer, be held in her fate
I truly do not know
It already attacked her a few years ago
She had won the battle, she came out strong
Cancer does not belong
In a woman who is so amazing's body
Her survival story
Was known to us all, as a pure miracle
When her stage three cancer, became invincible
Her story even made it on channel eight news
As she spoke her words
Faith in God, just have faith and everything will be okay
Is what she would say
But two years later, to everyone's surprise
The cancer is back, to fill our eyes
With tears, please my poetic friends help me pray
So that she will be okay
I pray that she feel's no pain
That with each day she will gain
Strength inside
I truly believe in God, and that he will provide
What is best for her, she has left a huge impact
On all of our lives, though I may react
In sadness and disappointment today
But tonight, as I pray
That God saves her please
I will do so on banded knees

She Is An Angel
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I write this poem tonight for a woman who I love as much as I do my own mother who had cancer two years back but won the battle. Though today she got the results of her recent MRI scans and the cancer came back, she is the type of woman who loves everyone and opens her heart to any possibility by placing it in the hands of God himself, but now she is not quite sure about what to do for treatment options, she has a 13 year old son and a loving husband, runs a daycare for young children (which I used to somewhat help her with when I was younger) I would play with the kids and such while she would be making them supper. She would not charge my mother either for watching me because she would say I was like a part of the family anyways and I took care of my self. But now I wish to take of her and take her sickness away. Love you Louise
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