#fuckcancer
Four back to back
Of the very best
Last of the closest
Mom called home
An entire ode to her
Our last moments
Her final hours
Now Dad, feels so alone
I try to be here
To be strong
To carry his load
All his friends since passed
Momma waiting
He hopes not long
Best friend become family
Stronger then any should be
Body riddled with every form
Liver, kidneys, bad heart,
bad breath years of fighting
In his eyes I see he is ready.
No to chemo, no to any
My best puppy no more
Nilla bean, now in dog years
Turned 84!, bumps forming
And tired oh so tired.
Writing on the wall.
The best luttle princess puppy
Loving and caring as demanding
Won't be long.
And me left alone
In this house of love
Alone. Struggling to accept.
Missing what was.
4 back to back
And i am unable to help them.
Wondering how or what
If i even want
To go on with out them.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
“One of the truest, one of the few.
Your essence is pure, no need to subvert.
Nothing but goodness, joy and happiness exude from your core.
It may be said of many, but your smile has watts that illuminate the truth, lighting up a room as only you, Elizabeth Young, can do.
That hair so lush, like it breathes on its own, to catch but a whiff is to know that I belong.
Belong in that embrace, welcomed into your orbit, the feeling so special, so genuine, so joyous, that I’ll never forget it.
That heart, your great big heart, encompassing every room, but never wanting the spotlight to shine down on you.
Your gift as a giver, showering love with aplomb,
yet always looking out for others, mindful of those with less,
makes you a special human who always wants the best.
Your laugh like no other, a kinship have we,
sometimes those seeking silence, don’t appreciate the unique harmonies between you and me. 😂
Your essence is a gift that I will forever cherish, I am blessed to call you my friend, to love you is an honor.
You’re the other half of my sunshine and that can never be taken away.
Your radiance is immortal, your legacy unmatched,
Yesterday, today and forever you will always shine bright and show me the way.”
Todd Carter
7/29/2022
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 11:59 AM UTC
The last three Valentine’s Day, I’ve been haunted by a beautiful figure.
An angel to the world we live in and the one we don’t.
The kindest soul to ever truly deserve a Valentine’s.
My baby girl.
My Lydia.
Breathtaking smile, long beautiful black hair, the curious thoughts she had.
My Lydia.
To pure to be taken, but was.
A whole 5’0 tall woman so enthused by the world.
A soul we miss dearly.
Every year we celebrate your life that you had with us.
Mine will always be our junior prom.
Truth is, I saw you every day neighbor.
I wish I could’ve saw you one last time..
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 1:22 PM UTC
Still alive in memories
Thought of fondly, though years pass
Part of your family’s history
Loving hearts still hold you fast.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 9:17 AM UTC
i was given Light
the moment your voice hit my ears
i was taught life
when seconds with you turned to years
your personal wisdom
gave me patience and strength
The Stages of time
brought me fear of its length
whether it be natural causes or Abnormal Cells
I never bid,
the moments we lived,
my farewells.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 12:43 PM UTC
The brave ones wield their mettle,
yet again not settling for defeat.
Retreat is not a choice!
Though their voices shake; they speak their truth.
Strong and weak.
Age and Youth.
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 9:37 AM UTC
It's a Black horse
You can't deny it
Pins you real good
It's so quiet
Gaining Kingdom
Prime lymph node real estate
Late night cold shakes
Tried to hide it
It's a Black horse
Novv let's ride it
Beast is tiring
As it's striding
Losing Kingdom
Bring the chemo
&& **** this black horse
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC
I want to carry you,
Pick you up when you are down, beaten to the ground
With nothing left in you but rage, sorrow, and pain.
I want to wrap you in my arms,
Wrap you so tight,
Squeeze this melancholy out of our lives.
I want to tell you, “It’s okay”
Even though I know it’s not.
But I can’t utter these words,
They will not roll off my tongue and through my dry, cracked lips.
They are stuck, lodged, deep in my throat.
Choking me.
Failing me.
And even worse--failing you.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC