By: Evey Williams
Photo Credit: Creative Commons
Let’s travel back to the days,
when your smile was as common as the dirt that dotted your shoes,
When pain was a game played to draw attention to our happy hearts,
When grades were just a number,
And when true sickness was a concept we couldn’t grasp
And as I look down at your face,
with needles in your arms
and a machine monitoring your heart,
I hate to say that I’ll await the day when your legs will pump blood and run,
when your heart will race and you can have fun,
Instead of fighting this battle cancer seems to already have won.
And as I grow accustomed to the steady beep that comes from that silly machine,
I see that day has already come.