Courage Is a C-Word

My daughter had been sickly for a time The flu, they said, her health will shortly climb A few days later came the call we dread I'll ne’er forget the words the doctor said: "We got your daughter's blood work back today. I'm not sure there is any easy way To tell you she has cancer of the blood. I'm sorry, but the outlook isn't good." I dropped the phone and couldn't hide the tears My daughter hadn't yet to reach six years This had to be a mix up or mistake But her frailness confirmed this wasn't fake. We sat down on her bed and held her close So tiny and so perfect in repose But before either one of us could speak She smiled and spoke in a voice small and weak. "I know you want to tell me that this flu Will not be getting better, but I knew See Jesus sent an angel to my bed Who said I needn't fear what lies ahead." "I asked about the c-word sometimes used By mom and daddy talking while I snoozed. He told me about cancer inside me And said that heaven very soon I'd see." And seeing tears, my daughter grabbed our hands “There's one more thing you need to understand The angel had a note for both of you: Said, 'Courage is a mighty C-word too.'" Where she was laid to rest a stone highlighted by the dew Reminds me she said, "Courage is a mighty C-Word too." December 12, 2016