What Cancer Can Do
She was once the girl who always had a smile.
With beautiful black hair, always in pigtails.
She loved her sparkly tennis shoes,
And her room with all the pretty horse posters.
She'd dance around like she was the star of the show.
He was once the boy who would always laugh.
With intoxicating happiness, that always shined through.
He loved his baby sister ( even though she says she's not a baby),
And his room that always managed to be filled with her Barbies.
He'd carry her on his shoulders like she was a queen.
She is now the girl who has to force a smile.
With no hair, always hidden under a flowered bandana.
She hates her plain hospital socks,
And her white room with all the beeping machines.
She lays ther like she can't do anything for herself.
He is now the boy who forces a laugh.
With overexagerated smiles, that don't seem to work.
He loves his baby sister ( even if she isn't the same),
And her new room that he fills with pony pictures and teddy bears.
He smiles and holds her hand like she is the strongest person in the world...
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