Sitting there
In your rocking chair
Tears are in your eyes
Holding your beautiful child
Normally you’d smile
But it feels like such a guise
You’d like an answer
About why you got cancer
But the answers aren’t so clear
What comes to mind
Is the too short time
To hold your babies near
I can see your sadness
And all of the madness
Reflected in your face
Hold on my dear
For the end is near
You will find a better place
Lovingly written by Erin Miller, Development Manager, Lazarex Cancer Foundation
