This Is Dedicated To A Little Child With Terminal Cancer


Dearest child, our prayers we hold each day in thought for you in hopesof recovery

As the music plays and all those move to fast in disarray to the meaningof life's uncertainty

Yours is one of gentleness and understanding from your words andmessages that we receive

As time is perceived as a clock on the wall, that moves forward, yours isthe will to move ahead with belief as your hands are displayed as amother's weave

Oh little one of innocence and purity, hope is yours for you have what isas precious as the first day your parents held you in their hands

The word ill is one of fear yet I believe, as well as all those who haveread your poem, for we do have faith in you as the wind grazes the sands

You and I live in a world with a sun and a moon similar to the butterflythat leaves its cocoon to be free

Wouldn't it be something for everyone to see that you could leave yourroom and be with your friends and family and as time passes someday hearthe sounds of little voices calling out to you the name mommy andrealizing it's not a dream but your reality?

Copyright © 2001 Duane Gomez

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