No More Tomorrows
About eighteen months ago my mother had one of her breast removed. At first
she was very depressed. She thought she was no longer a whole woman, but
six months later she came alive again. Mom realized her breast isn’t what
makes her a woman. Now, I thought the operation was supposed to cure mom,
but she’s once again fading away. Dad told me that pretty soon mom will be
going up to heaven. That means pretty soon, I’ll have no more tomorrows.
No more tomorrows will I awake and hear her beautiful voice singing.
No more tomorrows will I feel her warm embrace?
No more tomorrows will I see the angelic smile that adorns her face?
No more tomorrows will she be there to say comforting words to ease my pain?
No more tomorrows will she be there to cheer when they call my name?
No more tomorrows will she be there to kiss my cheek before I go asleep.
No more tomorrows will she be there to dry my tears when I weep.
I’m not sure what breast cancer is but I know it is evil. For it is taking away my
loving mother, and filling my heart with sorrow.
Because of breast cancer I’ll soon be left with no more tomorrows.
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