Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013
I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over
Taught me to fight back
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over
He gave me my stubbornness
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over
How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over
Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on
I may stumble I may fall
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over
Sabrina Niday Hansel
Placed 1st in "Unsung Hero" 7/2014 contest
Also 3rd. in "Portrait of a Poet" 1/2014
Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel
In moments of silence, we dream in pink tranquility,
a blushing sunrise draped in rays of hope. The ability
to stand tall and then rise, soaring over the beast, shaded
below. Our memories of sickness and sorrow faded
until our tomorrows are crowned in wreaths of laurel.
We are survivors! The beast cannot shred our blooming floral
spirits - our beauty, strength, resolve comes from our mother’s fight
in this long battle. We, who once walked alone, take flight
together on our promise to triumph in pink. We will leave
a legacy of unity to our daughters. We will not grieve
for the days before the noise in our heads became deafening.
We will seize the pink skyline and savor the silencing
of our fears. Prayers of hope will be heard across time and space
as the angels shout in Heaven. This is our fight! This is our race!
The finish line waits, in our sight, on the blazing pink horizon…
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for the PINKTOBER ((Join The Fight )) Contest
**Dedicated to all the brave breast cancer survivors including
my mother-in-law, Joan Saunders**
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
You try to lead a auspicious life,
Trying your best to mirror Christ,
Well done my faithful servant is the remark you want for your fight,
Church is your Paradise,
Everyone thinks you are swell,
You have the faith of a mustard seed like Jonah inside of the whale,
Suddenly out the blue rapid pains invade your body,
Oh Lord I trust in you,
My faith will never disembody,
Until one day you give in to pain and frantically need a answer,
The doctor sheds a tear,
I'm sorry but you have cancer,
Now you are in your last days ,
This is not a phase,
Your days are blue even in the mist of sun rays..
Your family is in a rage over this information,
Hopeless despair engaged like a Jew in concentration,
Separated from humanity equals abrupt insanity,
Cancer can be depressing,
Chemo is very stressing,
Fatigue forbids you from assessing your blessings,
I know its very difficult ,
Just hold on and continue to pray,
Because at the end of the day,
God has the last say...
Copyright © Jesse Pickens
Cancer is a disease that attacks the body and all it's parts, cancer can tear your family apart. Cancer is a disease that few understand, cancer can quickly get out of hand. Cancer can do as it will, cancer is hard too heal, cancer can ever kill. Only Christ can give you the strength too live.
Copyright © Deborah Turner
Every day I am fighting cancer I'm stronger then it and can process faster. It's funny to me how it works but I am going to show it defeat. It can knock me down and hurt me but I will always be standing on both of my feet.
I can live with it or without it. It doesn't matter to me. Hopes and dreams, sun's and breeze, night and day laugh with play I can live for another day. I can show cancer I will be a winner, so it better out of my way. Because I am going to be the one to be fantastic, just like a beautiful sunny day.
I feel sick and my bones feel weak as sticks. But my heart is nice and strong like a stone, I have a family that loves me at home, so I know I am not alone through the struggle I am facing. I am fighting cancer and it is kind of risky. But I will win this fight and I will be able to sleep in peace and silence tonight.
It's a challenge though I guess it's just hard times in Idaho or all the world and that's intense. This cancer thing just makes no sense. But I can be stronger and get along and hopefully live longer. This is my story and hopefully it doesn't end out wrong. And thanks to those who show me love.
I have a dream but every day that I breath it seems to extreme. I have courage, power, and one day I will rise higher than a tower. I am just a little girl who is whiter and more precious than a real pearl. I am fighting cancer and I am trying to run faster so I can win and have cancer lost in the wind. This is my dream and hopefully I will win. . .
"This is a poem for a special friend of mine and her daughter has cancer God bless her and save her"
Copyright © Carlos Reyes
You do not stand alone in your Battle
Your battle is our Battle
We may not be there in body
But we are there with you in Spirit
We are there in every beat of your Heart
In every whisper of the wind
In every thought and every touch
Every breath and every sound
We are there with you
You are wrapped in an Endless chain of Love
In every link we each send you a part of us
We send you some of our Strength
Some of our will to Fight
Some of our Courage
The most important of them all
We send you all of our Love
If you feel you need more
Just give that Endless chain a little tug
And we'll be there
Tug til you need us no more
Then we'll know you've gone Home
5/09/2014 Dedicated to my Aunt Nini, Wilma Thomas Gamble for Mother's Day. Sadly she lost her Battle w/ Stage 4 Pancreatic Cancer on 5/30/2014.
Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel
Down Here in the Trenches
“In 1971, President Nixon, loosing (sic) the war in Vietnam, declared war on cancer…”
M. Bower & J Waxman 2006
Down here in the trenches
Where cancer frames the view
The unfortunate afflicted
Gather side by side
United in their private battle
With futures fallen like rain drops
Forming puddles at their feet
They are stripped of their very selves
Decimated by the disease
And how we treat
For in the depths of these trenches
Cells die in their beds
As the devastated sufferers
Make alliances as dangerous
As their cancerous threats
They fight with science
They fight with their bodies
And minimal immunity
They fight with determination
For here on the front line
The brave make a stand
Flanked by a company
Of family and friends
They scheme and form plans
Amid booms of laughter
The rat tat tat of many voices
Advice is given to recent strangers
On all topics from head wear
To garden maintenance
Out here at the front
Of the war for humanity
Fighting for the ultimate prize
To eradicate cancer from their lives
The courageous level their sights
On the enemy
I have entered this in Poet Destroyer A's "Pinktober" comp. What a great cause!!
Copyright © scott thirtyseven
I do not know?
The bills, the pain, the drama, the rain
The storm grows larger and floods your brain
With thoughts that begin to drive you insane
Like, if I trust God will it all go away?
What am I missing? Empathy? Faith?
What will happen if I stay on this pace?
Am I one of those people that God can replace?
If I don’t change now is it hell I face?
Could we all be afraid of meeting our fate?
All these years trying to find someone to relate..
Is it true you can fall victim of a time and a place?
If I pray hard enough can I erase [pause]
The anger, the envy, resentment and hate ?
or at 25 years old could I be too late?
To try and change my life to get a new slate
And chills cover my arms and my heart begins to race
All of a sudden I can’t hear any rain
Laughter replaces the fear that remained
and God lets us know it will all be ok
Forgive those around you and thank God for each day
Think with your heart and in Gods you will stay.
Copyright © Kristina Glackin
This poem is dedicated to my sister, Allie Alvstad (pron: stead)
It's killing me inside to see you stuck in this hospital bed
When I know you should be out on that softball field instead
That aside, I've got nothing but love for you on this journey ahead
If you love someone, please tell them, never leave anything unsaid
Because the worst feeling has to be regret on your death bed
We'll grow from this, were exactly where we need to be
I'll be here by your side no matter what, unconditionally
You're an inspiration to us all, that's plain for everyone to see
And, there's so many lessons that you have already taught me
Like, life is 10% what happens and 90% your mentality
Because looking at you, I'd swear you're already cancer free
I'll never take life for granted again, I'll only live deliberately
And, I'll cherish every second, content to simply just "Be"
I know you will beat this Al, that's a guarantee
Copyright © Zachary Alvstad
(2 Cor. 1: 3, 4 / 1 Pet. 5: 7 / Ps. 8: 4)
YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders!
Like YOU Wrapped Clouds Around Thunders
& Its Like A Lilting, Life-Lullaby In Whispers
or Like A Light Feeling of Gently Floating On Rivers
And It Feels Like A Comforter - Plush & Soft
Caressing Around Me As YOU Hold Me Aloft
And It Feels Like My Favorite Cuddly Blanket
Tucked 'Round Me Like Guests At A Table's Banquet
And It Feels Like Piled-Cashmere - Padded Covers
To Keep Out The Cold & Carelessness of Others
It Feels Like My Grandmama's Queen-Size Quilt
... Under Which Many Castles Were Built ...
And I Feel Wrapped & Wanted, Warm & Safe
In The Soothing Circle of YOUR Firm Embrace
And Its Like The Tenderest of Hugs
In The Everlasting Arms of YOUR Fatherly Love
... and YOU Have Wrapped Me In Wonders!
Like YOU Wrap The Clouds Around Thunders ...
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/28/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Yes, This is actually how I felt during the arduous procedure before my
Lumpectomy Surgery & ... after my surgery ... O' Yes, GOD Is Good!
Copyright © MoonBee Canady
A river of tears down my cheeks they roll
all in an effort to clear my mind and cleanse my soul.
Thoughts of my sister and the fight she is in;
the faith, strength, and determination she needs to win.
I hear it in her voice, the struggle to stay strong;
she tries so hard to act like nothing is wrong.
I know her too well, the inflection, it’s there in her voice,
she tries not to cry and then she has no choice.
No longer can she choke back her tears;
she breaks down crying and tells me her fears.
Her hair is falling out in clumps with every touch.
The locks and curls in her hands are just too much.
She’s been through it before, yet wasn’t prepared.
Losing her hair and going bald doesn’t make her scared.
Looking sickly and weak is what she fears most.
She doesn’t want to be stared at like she’s a ghost.
She’s not looking for pity or to be treated different;
She knows people will see she has cancer and pass judgment,
staring at her, whispering, strangers feeling sorry for her.
Instead, my sister wants to inspire others to be stronger.
She sometimes feels her family doesn’t understand,
they all want her to feel comfortable and
walk around the house with her baldness exposed.
She’s been feeling like their minds are somewhat closed.
They don’t understand how sad she is feeling;
It’s not about her bald head she’d be revealing,
it is about feeling it’s her right to cover her head.
She doesn’t want to worry or scare her kids is what she said.
Crying and sobbing on the phone, asking me if it’s okay
because she thinks she’s being selfish to feel that way.
I tell my sister that she’s the most unselfish person I know
and it’s HER decision to not let her bald head show.
She’s doing it to shield her family and close friends.
Her love and deep concern for us never ends.
If I had one ounce of her strength and determination,
I would be a much better woman; she’s my inspiration.
She’s fighting her second battle in the war for her life,
but she’s going to win the war against cancer because her faith is rife!
Copyright © Cynthia Ozuna
We all think of Cancer,
As a death sentence,
Yet it is something,
We can all overcome,
It is never easy to go alone,
Cause the roads are rough,
And full of twist and turns,
Hoping that we can make,
It through each and everyday,
For the sake of our loved one's,
We want to watch them go through,
Their lives they will have,
And may we share the joy's with them,
All a long the way,
So it gives us something to look,
Foward to in our lives,
And strive to get better,
So all the days we may share,
Will be joyous ones from this point on<
Cause we have overcome,
The biggest tribute of life,
That life can give us,
And now we have,
Many more days to share,
With our loved one's,
All the rest of our lives,
Cause we have overcome the hard work,
Thanks to God's grace,
We know His true love for us,
For He allowed us to stay.
Copyright © John Hembree
My mind wonders if she is cold and lonely
But, then I realize her shell is decaying slowly,
Her death doesn't seem real
Until I remember the day I touched her and she didn't feel,
The touch of her face was cold and like rubber
Then the thought runs through my mind how much I love her,
I just wanted to wake her up and say your not dead
But, deep inside I knew she was with God instead.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2009
Copyright © Michelle Born