UNCLE JOEY by dana Schlemmer (Dedicate to her Uncle Joey, who was unfortunate to be diagnosed with this disease and passed away from it)
My uncle Joey, and incredible man
way back in his wonderful mind
a condition kicks in
of an unimaginable kind
Cancer is its name
pain is what it causes
it acts as an unthinkable game
for it never pauses
We didn't see it coming
we had no time to prepare
the cancer took his life
as if it didn't give a care
As i watch this terrible disease
take a one i love
i can't help but ask for strength
from the one up above
For my unlce Joey, each breath is weaker
than the last
i pray to get help
i pray to cure the past
To god, I ask to cure the pain I feel
I asked him for the help
I asked him to heal
I can see it in his eyes
I can see it on his face
he's had a happy life
he's ready to finish the race
He's been through so much
its time for him to go home
to leave behind sorrow and hate
and see where happiness and laughter could roam
If I ever need to talk to him
i'll just look up at the stars
he'll be there to listen
he'll be right next to mars
This day I wish I could forget
I wish to leave it all behind
I wish to have a life recorder
so I could just push rewind
So, god we need you now
please take him by the hand
take him up to where he belongs
help him to understand
Now, the memories will always linger
they'll never go away
you'll have them to love and remember
to start a brand new day
The hurt we are all feeling now
won't go away overnight
but someway, somehow
everything will turn out all right
He's now seated at the right hand
where one day well meet again
well use our friends and family
to bring life to a mend.
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A BEAUTIFUL MAN by Patricia Ann King Georgia USA
"Such a beautiful man, so full of life,
A strong man and wise, a man to lean upon and trust,
Holding me against him so warm and sweet, I was his wife.
Kissing me tenderly, he gathered my soul, holding it tight,
I felt so safe, so desired, so loved,
The world was my play yard, with no trouble or strife.
Then came the wild wind, the storm of disease,
Taking him from me, breath by breath,
My heart shattered, his strength waned, but he fought a good fight.
Now he is gone, I see him here no more,
Only in dreams and the whisper of my mind can he live,
The malignant demon, the destroyer of life, took my darling from me.
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