Spring is the season of hope...
...Of weary heart beats growing strong again
Of diseased lymph nodes disappearing
...Of bountiful prayer for the ill to mend.
And with each pastel bloom upon the tree
...Another blossoming day of much better heart flow
Another day where surgical removal is a success
...While springs pastel tapestry continues to grow.
You can feel & hear the ambience of Springtide now
...As at last there is no longer any heart ache
The air is filled with aroma's of health
...Gone is a cancer, no longer another life to take.
This day the birds all sing in perfect harmony
...Yes, as a choir - they sing their sweet Psalms
And for the ones with a new strong heartbeat
...There is, at last, new hope to be found.
Together Spring joins the once weary weak hearted
...With one that cancer tried to kill
Together as friends or perhaps more, forever
...What ever happens between the two of them is God's will.
3/19/17
Praying every day for both my dear friends Patty Revalese and Peter Bonadonna. Love you both!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one speaks to too many of us who have had cancer and whose children have cancer and whose dearest friends have cancer and are struggling through chemotherapy and struggling through post-chemotherapy hoping that this spring will give rise to such beauty and love as the following two lines! And with each pastel bloom upon the tree ...Another blossoming day of much better heart flow Thank you for writing this 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Thanks Susan! ! ! ! ! ! ! Was trying to weave the beautiful rebirth of Spring into a sort of rebirth for Peter and his bad heart and for Patty and to perhaps conquering her cancer once and for all...also, in my mind, I was remembering your beautiful daughter- -with hope and faith for the end of this nasty thing and a beautiful new beginning. Cannot ever forget the two diseases as my mama, aunt, cousin, best friend died of cancer and my dad died because of heart disease. I am a cancer survivor, knock wood.