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Dear Cancer

 
 
Dear Cancer, Hi. Its, David Schwent.
       Just dropping a line after the time we've spent
Together off and on and off agin.
      It has been a while since you have been
In contact with my wife, and so
      I wanted to catch up and let you know
That even though it was hard when you were here,
      It's difficult whithout you near.
Thank God we could help you pass on through,
      But we're still not done...you know you.
Beyond the surgeries and chemo and pain,
      There's a number of things that are never the same.
Her body, her health, her spirt, her mind:  
      I'll admit that your footprint is one of a kind.
Sick and tired of being sick and tired,
      Even though her recovery is oh-so admired.
She hurts and she aches and she gets so upset;
      That now that it's over it's not over yet.                                                                        
I'll be the first to admit I was glad to see you go.
      Even then, though, there was no way I could know,
That even as much as I loved her before,
      Now that that you'd come and gone I found I loved her even more.
I'm really not one to toot my own horn,
      But I'd been loving her since the day I was born.
I told her I loved her day after day.
      Now, though, I find more than I can say.
When I wake up I love that she's still asleep,
      Or that I smell breakfast is ready to eat;
'Cause she's already up and stsrted her day,
      Thanks,Cancer, for breakfast I appreciate way-way,
More than I ever could have before
       Your tall dark shadow passed over our door.
And thanks for the drives while we're both holding hands.
       And the kids would say it,too,and be three more of your fans.
I'll explain to them later once they grow up.
       Right now Mom's just Mom. For them taht's enough.
Me I'm pleased as pleased has ever been,
      Whenever her smile lights up the dim.
I love to feel hearts beating when I hold here so close
      But really what I love the most
Are the days that she's down and feeling her worst
      Can't get out of bed, tears about to burst.
In the direst of times, in the toughest of tough
      When the world falls apart and enough is enough
I still love her more then, than I ever did before.
      It's more,more and more.
So the long and the short of what I'm trying to say
      Is thanks, Cancer, for helping me love her this way.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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