Christmas Cancer Poems

The day after my cousin died from cancer…no let me start with I prayed hard…I mean hard…with unrelenting fervor…convinced until there was no further reason...

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Life

Life is full of pain, 
and I don't know why? 

I do in fact...
know the Lord, 
I know Him... 
by name. 
He is with me....

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Butterfly

Butterfly sweet, 
lovely wings of gossamer gold. 
Stretch your tips to the stars, 
as that is the reality of freedom. 
Glide for hours above the...

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Broken Glass 

Bits of color...
washed up on the beach. 
Items that tell stories, 
about faraway places, 
new people, and old. 

Red like roses, fine wine...

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Let’s pretend it is Christmas he said.
By December he will be dead.
I readily agree

It’s nothing to worry about
I play along without a shout
I readily agree

For...

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To access the house there was a slight slope from the sidewalk, the door was in the gap under the stairs that led to the...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Can I be seeing what I think I am seeing?
Those who would have sold their own grandmother,
Before the outbreak,
Now enduring the cold for the sake...

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Yet with the recent collapse of the garden estate, Abe knew
The devil had appeared down, in, up out the chimney flue
As a result Eve had...

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Our Flag Waved 
in a foreign land...

Given the taste, 
of sweet, 
savory, freedom...
The people cry out for more. 
Scared they are about to be, 
mummified...

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Priorities in the Desk Drawer

Days are less important, 
moments have taken on a whole...
new, meaning. 
The shadow of the last rays, 
are savored, 
cherished, 
and...

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Christmas comes but once a year
And it typically brings a jolly cheer.

And although Jesus came to bring the light
Satan comes in the dead of night.

But...

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I sat among boxes and gift wrap
and all I could do was cry,
'cause the thing I wanted most 
this Christmas
was for someone I loved not...

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The Map Undrawn

Written in the snow, 
by angels...
made from the bodies,
of the innocent. 

The way to heaven... 
is seen, 
fleeting in its passing, 
like a...

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Older Than I Remember

Things have not gone, 
the way that you believe they should. 
I have not said a thing. 
Things are not what they...

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