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
Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013
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 | Year Posted 2013
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 | Year Posted 2014
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 | Year Posted 2014
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 | Year Posted 2015
I've flown beyond caring
through mountains of calm
My worries, have all gone away
I know you'll be safe
As I travel through time
and God's there to watch you each day
I'll visit the places
I've seen in my mind
And the faces, I've known through the years
I'll remember the loved ones
I left far behind
with their smiles, their laughter and tears
Oh I know you'll be safe
as I travel through time
And God's there to show me the way
I'll visit the places
I've seen in my mind
and I'll remember my loved ones that way.....
Copyright © Pete Yuhas | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2015
(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 | Year Posted 2013
Golden Retreat :
Why do you cry my child?
Are those tears from
I had to lay flat
To gain true height
No one knows, where and when,their insight Will take flight
I just reached mine
The feeling that greatness is about to enter my life
Some will compare it
The news of the expectancy
Of their first unborn child
It rattled my bones
Took hold of my soul
Cleared my sight
I never understood
Tears of joy
Till I opened
& let God take control
I'm humbled to the point
finally feel in control
Yes, the thought alone brings tears
Tears of joy
Light always comes in the morning
I always considered myself a
Vowed never to be controlled
I pushed Angels away
moved kindred souls
This free bird know
I built my own cage
Forgetting the door was never closed
For a long time
I felt trapped, seeing a gatekeeper
She was me
I was my only road block
I Am also my only key
Thank God now
I can see
I've broken free
Tears of Joy
Is my Golden retreat
Aha like a new born baby
You just want to cuddle
And fall asleep
The scenery is
Picture your most beautiful
Mine is Greece
Claiming the blue sea
Copyright © Courtenea Brown | Year Posted 2015
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 | Year Posted 2014
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 | Year Posted 2015
Beauty is everywhere you look if you just take the time and enjoy the ride..
Because it seemed like just yesterday I was too busy to look as I was always running to my car outside..
Now that I have to depend on someone to take me anywhere out of the room that has become my prison I realize..
All of the amazing wonders that surround us of every color, shape, and size..
Inspiration does not have to come from anything particular like a person place or thing..
Instead inspiration can come fron a feeling or from a crisp breeze that makes your heart sing ..
So remember to always accept what you have and never take it for granted again..
You never know when it could all be gone and you can't get time back no matter when..
There are reasons for everything and I believe my fate was predestined for me even though others feel I've been...
Wronged and it's a mistake while others feel that I am deserving and its right ..
I feel it's only for God's eyes to judge my fate and I pray he gives me each additional night..
Just please remember to look around at the beauty of the fall leaves or the sandy beaches with the water with the waves rolling in and out, or the spring blossoms on the bushes and the trees...
Never forget that just breathing in and living this life should make you fall down and pray on bended knees...
For inspiration was built on the hopes and dreams of those that have won and lost their battles as well on individual desire...
All I can hope is that just one of my words brings out a smile, emotion or even a deep down in the belly fire..
For someone else to pull whatever form of art that inspires them to keep up the fight..
I would just like to be a part in that chain so someone may give them a chance like I was given and who knows if it will work, but it just might?
So what do you say about trying to pay inspiration forward to all and keep it going in any way you possibly are able to do?
Who knows that someday the inspiration, however big or small, just may be truly needed by you...
Buffy Sammons 1-2016
Copyright © Buffy Sammons | Year Posted 2016
When I was in counseling
This analogy was given to me
God threw you a pebble,you did not listen
God threw you a stone, you did not listen
God threw you a rock, you still did not listen
Finally HE threw a boulder
He got your attention by a diagnosis of cancer
He gave me all the warning signs
I did not listen
He wanted me to change
To take time out and enjoy life to the fullness
Now I truly listen and heed his message
So I ask you to listen
Just maybe you will hear what HE has to say
You know that God truly works in mysterious ways
Copyright © Pat Quinn | Year Posted 2015
Having been smitten
and with spinal troubles
I take my recovery
I feel the power of the "chi"
in the depths of my being
No longer do I
I march into
the future with
my head held high
Hope at my right hand
persistence at my left hand
Surely - "the best is yet to come"
I am reaching out with verse
to poetrysoup readers
Hoping all of you are healthy and
Life can throw one
but in the end
It is all worthwhile
As rain comes down
on my city tonight
I pick up a pen and
write this ode
in the hope it will encourage readers
to take joy when they can
Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2016
Fear is cancer’s preservative,
As Embalming fluid to the living.
And you, oh accuser,
Are fear’s embalming salesman.
You are a snake,
Wrapped around the rod that binds you,
Attempting to free itself from its own fault.
Deceiving and deluding all who come near,
Nothing but a false symbol of repose.
Biding its time until the sirens sound.
I don’t need to focus on death,
Studying it and its slow progression.
Its course is clear already,
But when death is circling close.
That is when redemption finally feels closer,
That’s when Jesus’s glory steps in.
It is a mighty rushing wind,
Quick and frightening
Ever so fierce to eradicate,
The sickness of chains ever going.
I want to be watching for that glory,
To set my boy free from this purgatory.
So here we are,
The air is emptier without his laugh.
But yet our hearts are full,
Though, with a different drink.
Now this ride that I was on is now silent,
So we sit here in this new silence.
And long for the music to start again,
And for the disc to spin again.
Even if it means going round and round for years,
At least I would be moving.
And he would be laughing in heaven,
But in this space.
His silence is because he is drawing his breathe,
And now I know love.
Empty and full, all in one moment.
Copyright © Aaron McIntosh | Year Posted 2016
I dwell on so many events of the past,
So many things I’d like to do.
But so few words to say,
Pondering what he loved.
Playing with the leaves fallen from the branches of the willow
In bath tubs and lakes or in rain clouds above
And warm wet tongues and soft fur of
Who am I to him?
Whenever they ask detailed questions,
I’ll nod my head.
Devouring and digesting every Latin word,
Hoping it will stick to my ribs.
If I ask enough questions I can get my mind around the serpent,
So I can choke the life out of it.
I’ll ask all the right questions,
It’ll impress them with the way I handle all of this.
If it were like the movies I’d be emotional,
Throwing chairs across the room.
Wanting a different conclusion to what the white coats say,
I just want this to end…
Four months given,
I’m tempted to despair.
Because self-inspection leads me to conclude,
I shouldn’t expect much of anything.
Under the ocean,
Silent and warm.
The sunset looks pretty from here,
Vibrant orange glow set on the waves above.
It’s better than the silent colors of this hospital,
Blues and greens
The people who choose the colors that heal.
Green for life?
Blue for comfort?
Purple strips to hide the stains.
Wanting to hold him close in my arms,
To take this misery away.
Glowing particle emission, with such harmonious discord,
To keep death at its bay.
Copyright © Aaron McIntosh | Year Posted 2016