Gold Gates

Written by: Stacey Behal

Gold gates, smiles, and happy times,
Making songs, lyrics, and surreal rhymes,
Lay me down so close; so near,
Hold my hand right there,
The grips so tight,
The cancer to fight,
Hold my hand right there,
Love surrounds each wall,
As speed dial is Gods call,
Prayers and wishes sent to him,
Cares and hopes on the limb,
Talk is cheap but so clear,
Talk is everything to her ; oh dear,
Death is near,
But thoughts sheer,
For cancer takes one so quick,
It eats away at life so sick,
Never will life be so real,
As memories pull back as a peal,
Remembering the good and bad,
Remember the happy and sad.
Never regret and always forgive,
Because each days a precious one to live,
We’re creatures here on earth so small,
As we curl up to go on we start to fall,
Fall in wants and needs to be,
Hoping God will just see.
See that you can’t take it,
As we all wait; we sit,
Holding your hand so close right there,
We cherish who you are right here.
Right now times slow,
As the medicines hooked up to flow,
Hold my hand right there,
Knowing it’s not a dream,
Stitching each thought as a seam,
The journey of cancer of its own,
People all around; but she feels alone.
A need for her we’ll always hold,
As the thoughts become a mold,
Let’s be happy at this time,
Make her smile; be that lime,
That lime to twist it up,
Leaving laughs in her cup,
Hold my hand right there.
Family’s here but feeling far,
We stick to her as tar,
But each one of us will always be talking to your bright loving star.