Cancer, you cause unbearable pain.
Cancer, you hang over us like a sad sky.
Six hundred thousand and more each year.
Every story, brave and clear,
But it ended too soon, a life that’s been stolen.
Leaving behind an empty home.
The silence left behind a heavy hush that fills the empty home.
My family is affected. You have taken three loved ones
My family is affected. You have taken three loved ones
And it hurts so much. My uncle was first, an unclear face,
I was only three years old and couldn’t remember.
Sometimes I look at old photos, trying to
Find a clear picture of his smile.
The memories we should have shared,
And my godfather, whom I never really knew.
Type four you gave him was a serious and hard fight to beat.
And my godfather, whom I never really knew.
Type four you gave him was a serious and hard fight to beat.
My dad tells stories of who he was,
The kindest person you've ever met.
The kindest person you've ever met.
Pictures were the only whole connection that I had with him,
A life too short, the future feels sad and empty without him.
Then Grandma, who was a kind and caring person,
Then Grandma, who was a kind and caring person,
Who taught my dad, aunts, and uncles how to live and treat others.
Who showed them how to be good and
care for everyone they’d meet.
She always said, Treat everyone with kindness, no matter what.
She taught them to become strong people on the inside.
A good mother, that’s what they say, why take her too, and in that way?
And now my aunt, so strong and brave,
And now my aunt, so strong and brave,
A living mother, she puts up a fight against your hold
On her body, I cheer her on with all my strength and energy.
I hope she wins this tough and long fight.
Why Cancer? It feels like it’s not right.
Why Cancer? It feels like it’s not right.
Taking away lives isn’t their fault because it’s happening to them.
You make them suffer and make them die,
I wish you would just vanish and stop existing,
Not leaving any sadness or reason for anyone to cry.
It feels like you’re a thief, and it is true,
It feels like you’re a thief, and it is true,
Taking loved ones from me,
But even though the pain is deep.
My love for them will consistently be in my heart.
We still tell stories about them at family dinners,
And their laughter will echo in our memories.
Each memory of them is a bright star, always shining in my heart.
As for my aunt, we’ll never give up,
Hoping she’ll get better and stronger.
The hope for her recovery shines like a bright star in the night
--Jackelyne G., 9th-12th Grade