One fine morning, my did waver,
My mom was dumbstruck, in utter pain;
The deadliest had invaded into her terrain,
Men clad white termed it, the Cancer!
A barrage of processes, she stared at,
Some pinching, others sapping soul;
With family and will, never far is the goal,
God is there, if life is what you look at!
To lose hope, is to embrace defeat,
With a fellow's will nothing is uphill;
Gone would be the sorrows; and back the thrill,
A strong opponent will be taught to retreat!
