This was written while I was doing volunteer work for the Make A Wish Foundation. My daughter, Maia was going thru chemo during that time also.
Our Children
You are children, small and tall
with hopes shining bright
on through the night,
believing it'll be alright.
The burden they bear,
they'll try not to share,
as they fight to be brave
on the strength of a prayer.
This pain will soon fade
and their lives, they'll not trade,
for, with smiles they will tell you,
they feel not betrayed.
But, if wishes come true,
I'd send some to you,
to take all the sorrow away.
For that, I will pray
and hope that someday,
as the day is long, you'll play...
in sunshine and in trees.
And somehow, I must believe
there is a good reason,
in such a hard season
for our children small and tall.
Lisbeth Hill