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Mom Cancer Poems | Cancer Poems About Mom

These Mom Cancer poems are examples of Cancer poems about Mom. These are the best examples of Mom Cancer poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

Details | Epic |

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Details | Narrative |

We Are There With You

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
 


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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.


Details | Rhyme |

Time to Go in loving memory of my mother

My mom was a strong woman, and stubborn too,
Yet she had a soft side, between me and you.
That side she would show, when you least expected,
But let me tell you, she was well respected.

Mom was quite unique, and was one of a kind,
She was set in her ways, so keep that in mind.
The youngest of nine, she had gotten her way,
Spoiled by her siblings’, almost every day.

Right out of high school, she had married my dad,
Blessed with three children, plus fifty years they had.
They both were hard workers, in all that they did,
My dad taught himself, from when he was a kid.

My mom was a smoker, for forty-six years,
Some day it would happen, she’d face all her fears.
Lung cancer she had, and inoperable too,
Her time on this earth, would be shortened we knew.

Radiation and Chemo, had done their thing,
Remission set in, tears of joy it did bring.
We would go out at night, to shop and to talk,
I knew she enjoyed, getting out for a walk.

Two years had gone by, after Thanksgiving Day,
Her pain had returned, but was afraid to say.
She’d lie on the couch; it was strength she did lack,
We knew in our hearts, that the cancer came back.

We shared lots of laughter, but many a tear,
I tried to assure her, she’d nothing to fear.
“Please watch over your dad, this one thing I ask.”
“I know it will be, quite a difficult task.”

One morning in March, Hospice called us to say,
You may want to come, for she’s slipping away.
For the night before, mom told me to stay home,
“Be there for your kids, you can call me by phone.”

When we all arrived, for a moment she woke,
Her eyes said it all, not a word had she spoke.
We stayed by her bedside, just holding her hand,
“It’s time to let go mom, we all understand”.

A few days had passed, not ready to let go,
For it had been raining, but letting up slow.
The sun began shining, the clouds disappeared,
Opening the heavens, for mom’s time has neared.

We gathered together, her forehead we kissed,
Whispering so softly, how much she’d be missed.
“Your time has arrived mom, just follow the light”,
She left us so peaceful, she gave up her fight.

It was time to drive home, in the car we got,
Then something had happened, while leaving the lot.
Huge drops of rain falling, it had to be fate.
They were tears of joy; she was at heaven’s gate.


Details | Nonet |

Mom

Unbreakable bond, tender her heart
My biggest fan, right from the start
Guiding me through every day
Allowing me some space
Not letting me stray
She is my friend
Till the end
She is
Mom


Details | I do not know? |

My Mom

It is hard to express the gratitude that I have for my mom
She raised me most of my life as a single mother
Then she married a wonderful man who raised me as his own
Together we shared a loving, fun filled home

She took on a daughter and three sons
And loved them as her own
Now she had five children
A husband and a home

Being my mom could not have been easy
You see, I have been sick most all of my life
A severe asthmatic since I was little
Plus I had seven cancer scares, which all required me going under the knife

She took care of me when I was recovering
She listened to me cry from the pain
Or being sick of taking millions of pills
Even throwing them all across the room because I was so sick of them
She never once did complain

When the stitches were taken out too soon
And I bled all over the place
I was so scared
Yet…she calmed me down with a gentle hand placed on my face

Today I am going through tough times 
Living with a chronic illness called Fibromyalgia and injured spine
My mom is still there to listen to me when I am frustrated
And I am glad my mom is mine

She has also helped raised my husband
Whose own mother recently decided she wants nothing to do with him
Now she is his mom too
Although she did not teach him to tie his shoes


Details | Rhyme |

Life Been Hard

Since I've been born life's been hard 
Lived in roach filled apartments with dirt filled yards
My mom did all that she can
She was sick with cancer and getting used by men
My mom had four kids and only one leg
She was hurting so bad she could barely get out of bed
We went from out west, to the projects, to the shelter
Where was family when she needed them to help her
Some nights we didn't have anything to eat
We had used clothes and passed down shoes on our feet
One day this man had my mom by her neck in the air
He knew she was sick and what he did wasn't fair
We were little kids but we helped all we could
Two women pulled us in a room so he could beat her as he would
I loved my mom to death because she never left our side
Until she went into the hospital and didn't come out alive
My life was far from the word glory
I never saw my father or his people, but that's another story
It seems like things only got woser
When my mom passed that's the last I saw of my baby brother
We got split up now it's just me and my sister
By this time I'm really just shook up
God put my grandparents in our lives to replace the pain
But it stuck to me like an unremovable stain
Why me, so many years I wondered why
So hurt, I thought it will fill better if I were to die
Life broke me down till I could barely stand
If this didn't happen I wouldn't be the man that I am


Details | I do not know? |

No More Tomorrows

About eighteen months ago my mother had one of her breast removed.  At first 
she was very depressed.  She thought she was no longer a whole woman, but 
six months later she came alive again.  Mom realized her breast isn’t what 
makes her a woman.   Now, I thought the operation was supposed to cure mom, 
but she’s once again fading away.  Dad told me that pretty soon mom will be 
going up to heaven.  That means pretty soon, I’ll have no more tomorrows.

No more tomorrows will I awake and hear her beautiful voice singing.

No more tomorrows will I feel her warm embrace?

No more tomorrows will I see the angelic smile that adorns her face?

No more tomorrows will she be there to say comforting words to ease my pain?

No more tomorrows will she be there to cheer when they call my name?

No more tomorrows will she be there to kiss my cheek before I go asleep.

No more tomorrows will she be there to dry my tears when I weep.

I’m not sure what breast cancer is but I know it is evil.  For it is taking away my 
loving mother, and filling my heart with sorrow.

Because of breast cancer I’ll soon be left with no more tomorrows.