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Can You Blame Me? By Edward Auchinvole
Can you blame me if I want to be
the perfect man.
Can you blame me
If I want to be the ideal husband.
Can you blame me if I want to be the
Unequalled father provider
lover
savior
protector.
Could you blame me
If I’m not.
Day to Day - © Maureen Shaw (lilscorpio)
As I was living day to day
a stranger came to me one day
and said I'm going to stay with you
I’ll make you sad, I ll make you blue
and I thought how can this be
it wants to make a wreck of me
but I stood tall, and said my peace
the battle I Had won
and as slowly as it came to me
I sent it on its way
I keep my eyes, upon the door
if it returns someday
in case it wants to torment me more
But if it does, you will see
what a fighter I will be
cancer will not get
the best of me.
If it comes to rear its head
but all my love
will never be dead
I love this life
Ill fight you see
I wont let it have
The best of me!!!!!!!
Footprints In The Sand
By Mary Stevenson
Written in 1936
© U.S. Copyright 1984
One night I dreamed I was walking
Along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints.
Other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed that
During the low periods of my life when I was
Suffering from anguish, sorrow, or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints,
So I said to the Lord, "You promised me,
Lord, that if I followed You,
You would walk with me always.
But I noticed that during the most trying periods
Of my life there have only been
One set of prints in the sand.
Why, When I have needed You most,
You have not been there for me?
The Lord Replied,
"The tmies when you have seen only one set of footprints
Is when I carried you"
Why did you die..? - © affy_23
Why did you die and make me cry... see the sadness in my eyes?
You know how i hate goodbye.. You suffered in pain.. Nothing else to gain..
You had to go and leave me here all by myself..
Now what the hell am I supposed to do?.. All I had was you..
You said it would make me stronger and the pain would go away.. It never will.
I still cry thinking about you every single day
It doesn't get any easier.. I think of you every minute of the day..
I love you so much Mom.. I wished you didn't have to go away..
Know that I love you and know how much I cared..
And know I hold on to the cherished memories that we shared..
Memories are all I have now.. Don't Worry about me..
I'll be OK....Somehow
Time Bandit - © Leona Rite (kinda_cute_anyway)
Cancer is more than just a disease
Cancer is a cat burglar, a thief
it finds an opening and creeps in
catching you unaware.
Cancer steals more than just your health
It steals your money, your security
and your time.
It takes your privacy, your dignity
and your peace of mind.
It steals your very essence,
your sense of self.
Cancer is an impartial opportunist
if given the opportunity,
it steals lives
if not yours , than a loved ones.
A grandparent, parent, a sibling
a partner, a friend, or, your own child.
Cancer is not prejudiced,
it takes lives unselectively,
regardless of age, race, faith, or lifestyle
and leaves behind emptiness, and sorrow.
No one is safe from "The Time Bandit."
It robs you of everything you knew to be true,
it becomes your reality, your shadow, your bed mate.
Even when you think it has gone,
it robs you of restful slumber,
waking you in the middle of the night
wondering if it you only imagined it
whispering your name again,
or if it has returned, finding a new way in,
something more to take. Cancer steals your sanity
and leaves behind confusion, insecurity,
a quiet madness.
The only effective weapon against that insanity,
is faith, hold tightly to it.
Know that you are not alone, Faith, can and will
Move mountains, and it will chase away
the monsters under your bed.
A bright Star - © Mary Walden 2001
At first his body was strong.
But now has gotten weak.
My baby boy with the laughing blue eyes.
And a smile that would melt any heart.
I pray that his going will be easy.
as for me it will be pain.
I watched him grow for ten short years.
The time going by so fast I couldn't stop it.
There were sad times and happy days.
Now he lies on the bed of death.
Not long to linger here.
The Lord has taken him.
But not my memories of his words.
With a smile on his face.
Bye mommy, I'm gone
Then his eyes were closed forever.
But each night I can see his star.
Shining brightly in the sky.
Did You Ever? - © David P. Villa 2001
Did you ever have someone tell you, you had cancer?
Did you ever meet death face to face?
Did you ever have your eyes fill with tears of sadness?
Did you ever see the look in your children eyes when they found out?
Did you ever see the fear of your loss grab your family?
Did you ever have a friend, say " Don't die, I don't know what I would do"?
Did you ever wonder why it was you facing all of this?
Did you ever wonder why GOD had left you alone?
Did you ever have chemotherapy?
Did you ever have side effects from chemotherapy that made you feel you were not you anymore?
Did you ever have surgery and wait for the results to see if it had spread?
Did you ever feel your body had betrayed you?
Did you ever wish it were someone else?
Did you ever just stop and cry?
Did you ever wish you were dead?
Did you ever think you would survive?
Did you ever think about taking your own life?
Did you ever believe?
Did you ever, then you know it will be all right.
David P. Villa (davechem2000)
Applied for Copy Protection June 3, 2001