A sweet soul fights, her face is worn.
She hears of cancer and feels forlorn.
She is so poor, the cost is high,
and yet she still hopes to live, not die!
Her belly swells, it’s not a child.
The tumour grows and she needs more help.
The wait is hard as her soul cries out
for cash to pay and comfort in her trial.
A strong soul learns of cancer foul,
it grew within while career was styled.
An instant change when doctor’s words,
confirmed the fear with words so damned.
She fought with courage, she held to hope.
She had support, and doctors wise,
yet in the end her soul eloped.
The puzzle is strange, the mystery great.
We fight with all our strength and more.
Some have resources, others want,
yet, each they walk their journey on.
We hold their hands, we hope and pray
that they will live to greet each day.
One’s battle seems so strong and wise.
Another weeps, and fears to die.
The process shapes, each one unique.
We walk alone into the the deep,
and there find mystery’s speech.
It’s hard to watch, as we stand by.
The fight is in another’s hand.
We care , support and pray to see,
a friend revived, alive set free.
And when the joy becomes a feast.
We celebrate this newborn gift,
of life extended and breathe relief.
Yet others find the journey rough.
They too soon say it is enough.
So honour, love and then release.
Author – Bill Tidsbury