I wrote this for my mother Lori who was recently re-diagnosed with Phyocromacytoma which is a form of Cancer.
I love you mom! ! ! ! ! Hang in there!
Today is the day that I make a choice,
To stomp my feet, and raise my voice.
To let her know what words couldn't say,
'I Love you so much, and hope your ok.'
The Doctor is back and I don't understand,
As I listen intently and hold on to your hand.
'I am sorry to say this, ' the Doctor begins,
'But the cancer is back, ' and my heart starts to cringe.
'HOW CAN THIS BE? ! ? ' I stand and exclaim,
'You said it was gone. Now DAMNIT EXPLAIN! ! '
I couldn't believe this was happening again,
This time I could lose her, this could be the end.
I left the room, and about four steps away,
I Fell to my knees and started to pray.
I didn't get up for what seemed like days,
I guess that's what happens when your soul truly prays.
So Now we must wait, How long i don't know
But please God, please don't let my Mother go!
You have transformed a personal pain into a cry for all those who have been through a similar experience. May your prayer bring succour to all. Thanks.
Is there no answer to this devil cancer? It doesn't see young or old. It took away my younger brother. May Jesus save this mother for the sake of her son, who is praying for her life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully and very sensitvely penned despite your pain.. Adding my prayers to yours for good tidings and a speedy full recovery for your mother. Thanks for sharing.