Momma, I am praying hard to be cured of cancer
Yes, dearest, so am I.
Momma, do you think God will give a “yes” as His answer?
We will know by and by.
-<-o-o->-
Momma, I want to go Home.
The doctors are sending you home today.
Momma, you will be there? I won’t be alone?
Wild horses could not drag me away!
Momma, I think I’m gonna die…..soon.
I still pray that it isn’t so near
Momma, I cant wait to see my heavenly room.
I know you will fill it with an eternity of sports gear!
Momma, I have one last wish.
What is it my dear?
Momma, don’t grieve for what I did not accomplish
Every second with you has been my greatest boon…
Momma, I’m no longer sad that death is a real event
I’m so glad, darling, but for me it is too soon…..
-<-o-o->-
Momma, I gonna live until Christmas morning to give Jesus His present.
Living to Christmas will be mine too, my love.
-<-o-o->-
Momma, will you keep that Christmas Eve candle lit for me tonight?
I shall keep it bright as the stars above!
Momma, will you hold my hand……real tight?
I’m holding on with all my might.
Momma, I no longer fear the long dark night.
You shall soon see God’s glory shining bright!
Momma, my mind is now free of fright.
I have prayed for God’s peace in your heart
Momma, I see a warm glow of light!
I know my love, how can I let you go? Are you ready for us to part?
-<-o-o->-
Momma, it’s Christmas morn and Jesus is almost in sight.
Youre so brave, your race is almost won
I am His present, right?
Right—my—son….
Goodnight momma, don’t be sad, I love ……..
I will kiss you one last time, again and again as my tears fall with torrential rain……
♥♥♥
Cathartic for me. I cried the entire time I wrote this.
Every year countless children die around the Christmas holidays. For 25 years I worked as a pediatric dialysis nurse, and during this time I treated a number of children who died on Christmas. For their families, the holidays will always be touched with an ache only the death of a child can give. As a cancer survivor, I have felt firsthand the potential of death as I started chemotherapy at Christmas. This Christian based poem is a series of questions from a child dying of cancer to his mom.
Why share such a sad poem? The reality is that there are so many people sad, hurting, mourning during a time when happiness is all around them. Please remember the people who ache during a time marketed as a joyous season.
Fantasies of a Forlorn Fairy 