Cancer
How simple life can seem for a child,
When you’re growing up without a care.
Life can be so tender and mild,
When all you have to do is share.
But when tragedy strikes you tend to get scared,
You never think of anyone dying.
You can never be fully prepared,
When all your loved ones are crying.
But out of the ashes you will rise,
And your life will be full and long.
You’re getting older and you’re getting wise,
Brother, all you have to do is stay strong.
You will grow up to be someone I admire,
Fulfilling all your dreams and what you desire.
When you’re growing up without a care.
Life can be so tender and mild,
When all you have to do is share.
But when tragedy strikes you tend to get scared,
You never think of anyone dying.
You can never be fully prepared,
When all your loved ones are crying.
But out of the ashes you will rise,
And your life will be full and long.
You’re getting older and you’re getting wise,
Brother, all you have to do is stay strong.
You will grow up to be someone I admire,
Fulfilling all your dreams and what you desire.
♠ ♠ ♠
I had to write a narrative paper for my Advanced Composition class, and for a later assignment, we had to write a sonnet based on our paper. This is what I wrote. It's about my brother, who at a very young age, had cancer.