Cancer is a disease that takes away your strength.
It kills people
each and everyday.
I wish it dint't take my poppy when he was too young to die.
This really hurt me deep inside and made me cry.
Before the cancer took him away he laughed and was so carefree.
He worked so hard too support his family.
I remember how he used to joke with me and the way he used to comfort me.
Cancer took him away from me.
Why did this have to happen?
He was such a fighter and a brave man.
He was so helpless,
why did he have to go?
He fought once and it came back in his lungs.
The day god took him away It was too late and I didn't get to say goodbye.
