My Poems

Poem #1

"My Story"

I was given a second chance, so my story could be told

I was diagnosed with cancer, at 31 years old.

When I went through chemo I lost all my hair

it was what I had to do, so I didn't care.

Two beautiful angels were my inspiration

when I'd feel like I couldn't do it, they were my motivation.

I kicked and I fought for 8 months long

now it's been 2 years since the cancers been gone.

I've been through hell and back, many tears have been shed

but now I am smiling and the hair is back on my head.

I will watch my kids as they grow and become adults

I will tell them stories they can't remember of the battles mommy fought.

I will watch my daughter get married and my son go to prom

I will be there when they need a hand, help guide them along.

I will tell them I love every single day

because cancer came so close to taking that away.

I treat each day as if it is my last and look to the future

but don't forget my past.

I have the scars to remind me, what could have been

had I not fought so hard, had I not gotten the win.

Now my eyes are wide open, all smiles for me

because I beat cancer and that is my story.

Poem #2

"I Wish I Could Run"

As I sit in his office,

alone, cold, and numb

I hear what he is saying,

but I wish I could run.

He says there's a beast growing deep inside my chest

he says he can save me or at least try his best,

I understand what must be done,

but why is this happening, I am only 31.

I stare out the window no feelings at all

my life flashes by, the room becomes small

I think of my family, my babies, my friends

all the things I did wrong, I need now to make a mends.

He says we'll fight this battle, he says it can be done

I hear the words he's saying, I wish that I could run.

I sit in a chair, poison going in my vein

I watch the bag empty, I try to hide my pain.

I look at the people sitting just like me

all walks of life, all ages I see.

The faces are pale, they look frightened and weak

Cancer doesn't care that you now feel like a freak.

Days now spent sick, bald, and sad

I look in the mirror, now I feel mad.

My babies don't understand, my husband stays strong

I search for the answer of what I did wrong.

One year later he tells me I won

I heard what he was saying and I am glad I didn't run.

Poem #3

"A Love So Simple"

A love so simple, a love so pure

from the moment I met you, I knew I needed more.

I love the way you smile, the way you look at me

I love your little voice, and the innocence you see.

I love your blond hair, and those big blue eyes

I love that no matter  what, we will always have ties.

I love you both the same in every single way

I love the way we cuddle at the end of every day.

I love my babies, Gabrielle and Cole

a love that comes from deep within my soul.