Courage and dignity.........

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A poem to relate to breast cancer sufferers that there is hope..........

Courage and dignity.........

Footprints in the warm wet sand, 
Washed away by the incoming tide. 
What a truly magical feeling it is, 
To have you at my side. 

To see you standing next to me, 
Of this day i never thought. 
After the chemo and radiotherapy, 
And the cancer you have fought. 

There are tears streaming down my face, 
I am shaking like a leaf. 
There's pride for you within my heart, 
And a love beyond belief. 

When you said to me, " I've found a lump", 
That took away my breath. 
For the only thing that i could think, 
Is of cancer resulting in death. 

But now we are through that sad darkness, 
We have pulled at that shining white light. 
We've now got our own little rainbow, 
I can hold you and kiss you tonight. 

Courage and dignity are words I knew not, 
And the people that show them are few. 
But these are the things that I have seen, 
Yes! The person that's shown them is you. 

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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TheScarletbard commented on Courage and dignity.........

09-09-2010

I lost both parents to cancer and sincerely hope her remaining time is not a painful time, but happiness and love with those closest.

ImStillHere

09/09/2010

thank you. and im sorry for your loss.

ImStillHere commented on Courage and dignity.........

09-09-2010

this poem is so great and is going into my favorites. my grandmother is dying of ovarian cancer, so this i truely take to heart....

TheScarletbard

09/09/2010

We were lucky in one way, we never knew what was to come. My parents never suffered, and that is something to be thankful for. I thank you for your comments and hope you enjoy reading on, as I am adding daily. Regards

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.