Yes, I Understand

This poem is dedicated to all who understand the sting of cancer. Each father, daughter, mother and son whos' hourglass did fall. My heart goes out to the parents.

 

 

This vessel of mine is so frail.

Unturned hourglass sand.

I try to hide my burdens deep,

when my family lends a hand.

 

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I lived this life with all I am.

It was a life quite grand!

I gave each moment all of me,

my flesh it now demands.

 

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I am not sad of letting go.

All life a short expected span.

I pray for strength for all,

may they see the master plan.

 

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It’s what’s beyond the silver veil,

this soul it must be manned.

It’s time for me to say goodbye,

I hope you understand.

 

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I know you’ll cry without a doubt.

Once more please take my hand.

Together we’ll accept this fate.

Separately we’ll now stand.

 

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This cancer took a part of you,

as I slipped from your hand.

That part of you is with me now.

And yes, I understand

 

~Melody

 

 

Author's Note

My hope for this write is that I kindle a=understanding anew. From our first breath we take...we are not promised tomorrow...only promised that on day we will take our last. Live like that day may be today. Take the time you've been too busy to give to do what you; promised, meant to do, been waiting to do, just want to do...right now may be what you are remembered for.
So many have said this is such a terrible disease...I agree, yet one more deadly runs through the veins slowly destroying us all...selfishness. It finds its way in and like cancer slowly kills any life we had with family, friends, relationships, parenting, marriage, work, who we once were. The saddest part there is a cure for it…in selfishness we ignore it. Now that my friend is a terrible disease!

Reviews

[Riley]

This is very sad. You are about to make me cry again. I have 3 children and I could never imagine losing any of them. I lost my grandmother to lung cancer and that was extremely rough, I could imagine how I would react to my own child, I don't want to either, and pray I never have to. This poem is amazing, and very heartfelt. You are an amazing poet, I always enjoy reading your work. This poem is one of my favorites, even though its quite the tear jerker. As always 100/100

[Nautili]

This is beautiful. The pictures remind us of how we must continue searching for a cure for cancer. All those youthful faces staring at us! It is difficult to wrap your head around how such vibrant children can weaken so in their bodies. But as you point out so wonderfully in your poem, not in their spirits. Thank you for writing this. It is a lovely tribute to every warrior who has won or lost the battle.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

I love your thoughts, though cancers will prevail as long as there is greed.

[sienikeha]

my heart blooms for these children.

[MOON]

Touching emotional write .

[Rusty]

I sit in introspection this morning as I consider my own selfishness compared to the desperate loss not only of life but of youth for these small souls. You could not know the tears this causes. One of my dearest friends soldiers on after such a loss and what she can barely bear to speak of. In the aftermath of the passing of her son John she and her husband parted as friends and went their seperate ways.

I can barely comprehend my own exsistance and the gifts I take so lightly and for granted when considering these things. I do not understand God nor do I believe those who claim to have some certainty about him. But I do know there is one and somehow through our human frailty we must believe that it will be explained to my soul in manner which I can understand when I meet my maker. Until then I am left to consider that rather than seeking that which I desire perhaps it is better that I seek a way to lessen the suffering of others or share thier burden.

I think this one posting may have very well changed my life and will alter how I spend the days so freely offered me.

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

My personal review on here is a reflection of yours my friend.

[Lily Mae]

This is the second poem I've read this morning on Childhood Cancer.. chills run over my skin.. My son lived in and out of U of M hospital in Michigan for the first two years.. During that time I met children on the Cancer Floor..and one little angel left a spirit print on my heart.. I think of him and his strength in all adversity and to this day am overwhelmed and breathless with their courage and belief.. I know he watches over me.. He never spoke one word in 7 years.. but he muttled mine.. a grace a gift..xo Thank you for your beauty...in self and words..x

[Kimberly "Melody" Carney]

The first few years I worked in the hospital, I was assigned to the pediatric unit at the Fred Hutchinson Cancer care unit. I will forever hold with me the strength I found in the children as well as the understanding I found in death.

[Rusty]

oh my how I cry

[Mz]

Brought a tear to my eye.
Bravery beyond compare.

[Tom Cook]

I got chicken skin, mainly because I'm a cancer survivor. And I hope when the time comes that those around me will understand too, that life and death are natural and what we do between the two is our own imagination.

[Pencrafter]

Your poem carries heartfelt feeling and empathy for cancer victims. I think it would be difficult to find someone who has not been touched by this malady, either personally or on a family member or friend. Personally, I trust what our Creator has promised, and demonstrated when Jesus was on earth, for a time when all disease will be a thing of the past. A confident hope in the future helps us cope with the anxiety associated with illness. Your poem beautifully expresses the care and love you have for your fellow man.

[Michael G.]

No review...
another perfect tribute.