Bad News

“How I became emotionally shackled and who has threw away my key, I’ll never know. When I found myself alone … More

Little Bird

I wrote this poem for my grandmother in 8th grade when I discovered she had been diagnosed with cancer. She has malignant tumors in her brain and needed immediate surgery. My grandfather on my dad’s side had died from cancer that same year so I prayed and prayed that she would make it. My grandmother is a very strong woman so thankfully, the surgery was a success and all of our prayers were answered. This poem can now be dedicated to anyone who knows someone who suffers from infirmity and still pushes onward. Whoever is suffering and pushing to make it. This poem goes out to you… GOD bless you and NEVER give up!~Brittny Woss