I was going through some stuff today and found this poem I wrote back when we were in the hospital, so I thought I'd share.
Holding you in my arms so tired and weak,
I never thought this would be your world
So weary and bleak.
You are supposed to be running laughing and having fun,
Not laying in a hospital bed away from everyone.
Your skin should be vibrant and glowing with tousled sun kissed hair,
Not pale bruised and sunken or a head without hair.
The noise I hear from your room should be giggles and squeals,
Instead I hear machines beeping and humming
And squeaks from IV pole wheels.
An owie for you should be a little scraped knee,
Not big wounds, scars or stitches and pokes so frequently.
This monster called cancer has taken a lot from you,
Taken part of your innocence and childhood
A fact I wish wasn't true.
But Skyler there are things that cancer cant touch.
It cant touch your smiles, your tender heart, or that positive attitude I love so much.
It cant touch the way you make me laugh,
Or the way you make me smile.
It cant touch your courage, your strength and inner light that shines bright for miles.
Yes, cancer can be scary and hard or leave you feeling blue,
But you have turned it around and made cancer FEAR YOU!
I love you my son,
You make my world oh so bright.
We are in this together,
We will win this fight.