Loss To Cancer

by Emily Strickland   Jul 10, 2004


My Time Is Growing Short
My Body Is Just To Weak
I Don't Feel Like I Can Move
And Its Even Hard To Speak

As I Sit In This Hospital Bed
With You By My Side
I Don't Feel Like Going Yet
My Tears I'm Trying To Hide

I Thought I Was Gunna Beat It
Lord Knows I Really Tried
If Only We Had Caught It Sooner
I Would Have Probably Survived

You Try To Rub My Hand
And Tell Me It Will Be Alright
I'm Not Ready To Leave This World
But There's Not Much In Me To Fight

So Many Things I Haven't Done
So Many Things I Cant Leave Behind
Flashbacks And Memories Form
And Hurriedly Rush Through My Mind

This Pain Is Just Too Much
I'm Not Sure How Much More I Can Bare
I Just Don't Want To Go On Knowing
In Your Life I Wont Be There

Please Just Don't Forget Me
I'm Already Starting To Fade Away
I Wish I Had One More Chance
So That I Could Live And Be Okay

This Sickness Has Overcome Me
And Its Time For Me To Go
I Will Wait For You In Heaven
And Watch You As You Grow

And When Your Life Gets Tough
In Your Heart I Will Be There
I'm Sorry That I Have To Leave
I Know Its Just Not Fair

Wipe Away Your Tears
There's No Need To Cry
I'm Going To A Better Place
Where I Can Be Free To Fly

As I Slowly Close My Eyes
And Start To Drift Away
I Promise To Watch Over You
And Think Of You Each Day

*This Is Dedicated To My Grandma Who Died From Cancer. I Did Not Get The Chance To Meet Her And She Never Had The Chance To See Me Because She Died Before I Was Born But I Knew How Much It Hurt My Mother To See Her Go And I Only Wish I Could Have Met Her Because I Know She Was A Great Person And Would Have Been A Great Grandma.*

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  • 19 years ago

    by PnQ Mod Account

    Beautiful poem, Emily.... If you search down through my poems, I have a lot more "coping with death" poems...

    You might especially like "Grandma" and "Reunited"

  • 19 years ago

    by Ally

    Your work sounded very much like my mother's death. It was very good. It brought tears to my eyes reading it because it was like living it again.

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