They said time would ease the pain.
Every day I still feel the same.
I wake every morning reaching for you,
My pillow soaked with my tears like the morning dew.
We were so sure this was something we could beat,
Knowing it would be no small feat.
The ribbons of pink now mean much more,
Just never thought this would come knocking on our door.
We fought for more time together,
Thinking every day you were getting better.
Every day, rain or shine, seemed to be lined with gold.
We still talked of our future plans of growing old.
We heard of so many that had survived this.
I still remember our last kiss.
We thought we could win for sure.
Now for others I can only hope for a cure.
Poem About Wife Dying From Breast Cancer
Death Anniversary - I lost my wife to brain cancer on July 16, 2003. We were married for 5 years. We took her to the best hospital in Pakistan, and at third stage we thought we had beaten it...
Pink Ribbon
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2012 with permission of the Author.
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Last summer, my wife Heather started having stomach problems. We thought that she might have a gluten intolerance, but we found out that it was being caused by a fibroma. During surgery, they discovered uterine cancer.
We took her to the best cancer hospitals in the world - M.D. Anderson and Sloan Kettering - but she died eight months later. She was 31 years old.
I have been lost since she left. We were together for 14 years, and we have a beautiful six-year old son.
I would give every earthly possession I own and work the rest of my days in a coal mine to see her again for an hour.
Honey I will take care of our boy and love you until the end.