Cancer Has No Filter
Our little angels are being taken
by this horrible disease
GOD help to rid this from the
world please
It has no filter to pick and
choose you see
It could take hold of you
or hold of me
When it appears in our kids
it hits us most
Why did you pick our little
ones? They should not be
your host
They should be playing each
and everyday
Not laying up sick and hurting
we know that’s your way
Rid their little bodies of your
nasty hold
And take your sickness with you
as you go
The day will come as we STOMP
you out forever
We only wish that it was sooner
to make our little ones
better
We will jump for joy and shout
it to the moon
That day will come and
hopefully very soon
Little Owen is running and
playing in HEAVEN forever
more
You don’t have him to hurt
GOD closed the door
Tammy Arrowood 10-7-2017????
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