Cancer is power that kills

Cancer is power that kills



Would you cry if you were there with me...?

You see my Dad trying so hard not to get the wrong results.

What happens if he does get it?

Cancer is power that kills



You see him laying on his bed....

resting...always resting....

He will never be there for me if he has it. He will only be laying in bed trying to live.

Cancer is power that kills



What happens to me if he gets it?

I know,

It will be all over

Cancer...is just power that kills.





































(This poem takes place of the age when I was 12, My dad had a fifty percent of having cancer. And if he died, my mom would be widowed, my mom wouldnt be able to take care of the bills, house and needs, and most of all, i would be a 12 year old girl without a Dad... but those days are over. He didnt get cancer at the end, and i was thankful to the Lord. I am still 12, and remember, "Cancer is power tht kills.")