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Stronger Than The Cancer


My heart is heavy with the thoughts of losing you
Everything I now have and will ever have I’d give it all up to cure you
Time seems as if it is on hyper speed
My head is trying to catch up to my feet
I love coming down home and seeing your face
Although, it’s sad; the cancer has took so much away
You have always been a house wife 
So this is much more than a fight 
You can no longer do what Nanny’s normally do
But no need to worry for you will always be my nanny,
No matter how weak you may be, I’ll tell the whole world with pride.
You still have that twinkle in your eyes,
I know in my heart you’re not ready to give up or die
What I see when I look at you is a strong and wise woman who has taught me a lot
How to believe in love and forget the pain in my heart
Now that the shoe is on the other foot
I’ll do what I can to build you back up
We are all in this fight together
We are stronger than the cancer

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Lyssacole1121
<p><span style="color: rgb(55, 64, 78); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">So for my english class we had to write an original poem for our last class there has been a lot that has happened over these 19 years i have been on this earth and a lot more crap to come. but for this poem i decided to write about my nanny, and her battle with <strong>cancer</strong>. a lot of people that i love have been affected in numerous ways by this awful thing. it has taken some, made some weaker but ulti</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; color: rgb(55, 64, 78); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">mately we as the "survivors" are <strong>stronger</strong>. we may not have control of how long we are here but we do have control of how long we<strong> fight</strong>. not going to lie this year i do not think a month has gone by that i have not bawled like a baby but in all this crying i have found myself. i am and <strong>always will be emotional</strong>, there is no possible way for me to turn it off, some may call me a sissy and that i need to be stronger and to them i say walk awhile in my shoes going all the way back to when i was told i would not amount to anything by a person that is suppossed to lift you up and give you guidence, then and only then can you call me weak if you do not believe i am strong. I am strong and so are all of us, <strong>we just have to find our strength within</strong>. so with this i will share my poem with you. take it serious, do not laugh and hold your loved ones extra close. some people would give <strong>anything</strong> to hold the ones they love one more time. hope this opens some of your eyes,<strong> life is not a thing to take for granted.</strong></span></p>

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