Poem – Shattered Warrior

If cancer had a face…

If cancer had a face and it was there for tired souls’ depart, would the sobs of those behind soften it’s heart? If cancer had a face and share the suffering of all the you ones, would it see each as a trophy that it owns? If cancer had a face and it witnessed ourContinue reading “If cancer had a face…”

Little ones

Little hands, little feet Little people we’ll never have the chance to meet Kind smiles, kind tugs We’re counted out from a lifetime of hugs Never were, never will The futures we hoped for forever frozen still Ever mourning, ever enduring While the dreams for you start slowly obscuring Silently watching, silently aching For whatContinue reading “Little ones”