Hi everyone! Another poem. This is for the people who have had, or are fighting against cancer. Even if you aren't, like me, please take the time to read and see how lucky you are to live. This is about Nina and Fabian's daughter, Molly. Dedicated to people with or have had cancer, and a little six year old girl named Molly, who had cancer. We had a fundraiser for her, but unfortunatley she died.
I do not own House of Anubis.
Cancer is a word.
No matter how hard.
It is life.
Even when everything feels numb.
But I sometimes ask myself, why me?
I am sure a lot of people do the same.
But do they really understand my pain?
Have they been where I am?
Probably not.
It hurts.
The pain is all I can think about.
Is my life going to end?
Will this be my last day?
But there is so much more.
I still have so much left to live for.
The doctors talk to mummy in daddy sometimes.
Mummy always cries.
But I think it is because the doctor is funny.
He made her cry out of laughter.
Something that I haven't done, laughing.
Im so young never got to live a life.
I am only six.
I want to get married, have kids, and have a pink house.
Is that so much to ask?
People try to donate money.
Because mummy and daddy cannot afford me.
My treatment is too much to pay for.
All the other kids out in the hallway are walking.
Running, playing, and get to move.
Why do I not get to do that?
I have been in the hospital for a year.
Never have gone outside.
Why can't I play?
I want to play with Aunt Amber's and Uncle Alfie's little boy.
Maybe babysit.
Or say hi to mummy's friend, Patricia.
Or hear the stories Mummy Nina and Daddy Fab tell.
They always say something about, "Anubis."
I want to have a big family.
With a husband who kisses me everyday when he gets home.
But will that dream come true?
But when I think about it,
I am grateful.
For at least having six years to live.