Lymphoma Poems - Poems about Lymphoma

...Airy Wells and Emmett Street were working class kids, Just shy of a high school diploma. Airy’s mom had a habit of drinking too much. Emmett’s father was fighting lymphoma. Airy and Emmett had ......Read the rest...

...That cancer has ravaged my family, it is true My mom first with melanoma at age forty-two, Bone cancer took my Uncle Cladie for a ride Until the pain caused him to commit suicide, My dad lost his......Read the rest...

...Hired first as your band's assistant Adonis with bonus warmest manner Smile left me gooey, I couldn't resist it Fluent guitar fingers sparked my enamour Liasing with music gurus was realms apar......Read the rest...

... Hometown Our children, our families, our cities, A shining reflection of our respect. We are doing our best, while some giant companies with great cheek, Do their utmost to ruin th......Read the rest...

...A seventeen-year-old drug addict: healed of addiction without rehab. A thirty-two-year-old professional: told there is nothing more medically doctors can do for a 26% function, worn-out heart, Bu......Read the rest...

...I was just four when I discovered that some grown-ups cry. That’s because I saw my mommy dragging my daddy down the stairs, Her eyes so full of tears that they fairly poured down her flimsy nightgo......Read the rest...

......cont Always wanting to get the most from life, one morning after a terrible snow storm she rose from bed stretching the most radiant, playful grin spread across her face, "I feel incredibl......Read the rest...

...Will won the table tennis at Rio, And celebrated this great victory, By instantly jumping on the table, With his arms stretched both sides. For this he got the yellow card, From a lines j......Read the rest...

...There’s unbearable beauty in crimson… There are many crimson colored things in this world. How about blades of leaflets during Autumn or the beauty of a McIntosh apple? The most unbear......Read the rest...

...I sit here in anguish, too broken to think As my sweet girl sobs on from the pain Of the chemicals, fear, exhaustion and loss That the cloud of lymphoma does rain. And I who with joy traded car......Read the rest...

...UNSPEAKABLE SADNESS I dream of a porcelain-skinned baby, newly expelled from my loins. Giggling, singing, chubby hands extended, feet kicking in unending joy. She sings simple tunes of love To ......Read the rest...

...The uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room. The doctor's silk tie that reflects the tubes of artificial lighting. The endless vials of blood they draw from my baby's arm. The area of her arm whe......Read the rest...

...It's the waiting. When time becomes thick with anticipated difficulty and borrowed suffering. No matter how attentive and involved I may seem, Internally I am fixated on the clock. Each agonizing......Read the rest...

...Their numbers drawn, the backwards lottery Almost none were aware they were playing Assaulted by the poisons that save them Hairless children with steroid-swollen cheeks Feared stigmata of che......Read the rest...

... Homeless without a blanket poor as a penniless pocket so sad I can barely take it around her neck a locket She lives on a destitute island with unsettling surroundings. Cold n......Read the rest...