A poem about a dying patient.

He was a foundling kitten 16 years ago; just a scrap of orange fur with a lot of voice. He grew to be a large, gentle cat beloved by the entire household. He was losing a battle with a debilitating illness that was growing rapidly more painful. Today, I decided not to hold him to that battle any longer.

Life is moving very fast these days; faster than it ever did!

A poem for a terminally ill child.

Poem.

Showing how fragile a chance meeting can be.

Reflections of the last days of a very much loved mother and best friend who was suffering from terminal cancer.

Joey was a young Christian boy who was terminally ill when this was written in 2006. A large group of poets were asked to each write an inspirational poem entitled “Joey’s Day”. The works were all printed and brought to the boy in his hospital room. This work was my contribution.

The cost of lovethe pain and the ultimate act of love.

For a woman who lost her youngest son to an unknown illness. Nathan was a fine boy on his way to becoming a wonderful man, but the most important thing to him was his relationship with Jesus.