Terminally in Gods Hands

by Ray Smallshaw   Dec 15, 2009


She told me today hat she has anal cancer and it had spread to the back of her womb,

Once more is this terrible disease going to take away someone I love,

As over my years I have watched so many of the people I have loved withered away by it

So much so the mere mention of it sends a shiver down my spine and my heart into overdrive with fear,

Now it is attacking my kid sister and my heart is empty as I love her so,

I am angry as it should be me not her, she is so much younger than me it is not fair,

I know life can be unfair; I use to think that it gave us the good so it was entitled to give us the bad,

Yet there is no consolation in those words there just that words, the fates if there are such things should be reconfigured so my kid sister out lives me,

I am desolate and I feel so helpless though not hopeless as people do live on and this disease for some does get beaten,

Yet I know what my sister must go through now radiation and chemotherapy and the sickness that they induce,

I only wish I could step in for her and I mean that, I would if it was possible,

So once more I will get on my knees and ask my God to give me strength and to help her,

Strength so I can help what ever way to aid my sister in her hour of need,

I know he will be looking over her and the fates will roll her dice, as he had given us a free hand in this life,

As I know he will be there if the dice come up double one and she is call to him,

Yes, I will ask him to break his rule but the fates and the roll of life's dice will decide what her outcome will be,

She will have to be strong as she has always been in this life of hers,

I only wish love could overcome her disease as she would be cured now as there is so much flying her way at this dreadful news,

Heartache will be my constant companion until her outcome is settled until then all I can do is be here for her no matter what.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Grant Gilbert AKA Slash

    Well it seems this was written in a lot of frustration, as is to be expected. A sad poem for sure, my dad had colon cancer and has been fully cured, so there is light at the end of the tunnel, even if just a glimmer.
    All in all a well written poem.
    Thanks so much for sharing

    Grant