HOPE....

poem by: Frank Hornby .
Written on Sep 04, 2017

"Yes, I'm afraid it is cancer," frowned the doctor,
"I'm really sorry to have to say,"
the words echoed inside my head, 
but I don't want to die this awful way.
Just the sheer mention of cancer,
struck dread, and great fear into my heart,
now I'm surely going to die, from this world I will soon depart.
Why me? Why me? for days I seemed to cry,
Why me? Why me? do I really deserve to die?
How do I tell my young children? that they soon won't have a dad,
what will happen to my lovely wife? wishing for the times we never had.
But no!..I won't let it happen! I wasn't prepared to sit, and mope,
with all the treatments now available, the doctors amazingly gave me...HOPE.
Many years have long since passed, now I know I'm cancer free,
a full, and happy life I've lived, as I happily bounce my grand children on my knee."



 

Tags: happy, sad, inspirational, encouraging, hope,

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Frank Hornby . commented:
Thankfully I never had that terrible illness......my poem was entered into the Liverpool Echo newspaper, asking for poems to give HOPE to actual sufferers, and was published......
Cecilia Crasto commented:
Yes it is an insidious disease, I know many people who are going through the cancer journey and it is a terrible thing, not just for them, but for their families as well,I'm sure this well penned poem will bring Hope to many...excellent work Frank.
Christopher Russon commented on Sep 06, 2017 at 9:35pm
I Know several survivors of cancer .well written Frank,
Frank Hornby . commented on Sep 07, 2017 at 8:05am
Cecilia, and Chris....thank you my friends......
Misti D Lovelace commented on Oct 26, 2018 at 7:15am
Beautiful and a awesome story
Frank Hornby . commented on Jan 03, 2019 at 7:56pm
Thanks for the lovely comment Misti....

 

 

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