Inspired to write about "Cancer " the many lives taken . Watching a series on Showtime called "Time of death " inspired me to write . So many taken , Women and Men. This poem is not yet about me.This is not about one person , it is about all..
~now it's me who has been chosen~
after years of nursing the broken souls ~`
~refusing to listen to statistics , watching their bodies go ~
percentages and numbers they have become
praying , please don't forget this one , she is a Mother ~
she has a son , a daughter , a grandchild , a sister and brother.
Let us not forget her name , please do not let her die with shame .
Why do you come seeking your toll , the Grimm Reaper of souls?
~ For this once young girl with the face one can only imagine her beauty ~
so many stares as she enter a theater or restaurant ,is she a model ?
~ she must be with a body like this , a body and face, eyes wide , smile divine ~
We love to hate , yet really she is quite beautiful. "If I could, I'd be this beautiful"
The long flowing hair , her natural looks , she must already be discovered ~
~ The years go by , and time allows way for the offspring of her breast
the many that once shed gossip amongst the jealous is inherited through her child~
The Pink ribbon , new hair designs chosen , all the make up , preparing to say Goodbye~ With Grace . No I will not let you see my fear on this Poker Face.
Another statistic on Record will go I . Cancer has come like a thief at night
abruptly leaving me with nothing , yet how will I leave bravely, as I raised my own ?
I want them happy and at peace through me passing ,take me now , be merciful,
Lay me in a white silk dress as beautiful as I once were , with flowers by my side
Please remember me , I am not ready to die ..not like this ,Another soul dismissed .