Anna Turtle


Cancer - Poem by Anna Turtle

It took her,
It took her away,
I can look at the place,
Where she lay.

I miss her so much,
My dearest aunt,
She was sweet and good,
And that is what count.

She was taken by death,
He is called grim reaper,
And I still wonder why,
He is such a seeker.

Why did he take her?
She was so young,
We saw to late,
Her sickness come.

A victim of cancer,
And now she is dead,
On her grave I lays,
A flower so red.

Listen to this poem:

Comments about Cancer by Anna Turtle

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 19, 2010


Famous Poems

  1. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  5. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
    Pablo Neruda
  9. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  10. Television
    Roald Dahl
[Report Error]