Her Cancer

Her hair is receding
Her skin is depleting
Her hold on my shaking hand is weakening
And though she disagrees, she's still beautiful to me

I still see life in her eyes
I know she's remaining strong inside
And though it's hard
I'll play my part
I'll be her rock

As I sit next to her, surrounded by white, white walls
I can recall, the days when she stood so tall
I was so small
We never thought this could be
I'd imagined she would live forever, and grow older with me
Long after I had my own family, I'd imagined
Oh, I imagined
She would live forever indeed

And as the doctor tells us our time is up, visiting is done
I kiss her goodbye and wave with a sigh..

And oh, as I sit next to her, surrounded by white, white walls
I could recall a time when she was 30 and I was 3..
She took me in her arms and whispered..
"Oh my dear, I love you so, and you'd better believe."

Though her hair is receding..
And her skin's depleting..
Her hold on my shaking hand is weakening..
And though she says otherwise
She is still beautiful to me