I still see your face in the mirror
I still feel your warmth around my body
I still hear your words of encouragement
I still hear your whispers of love deep down
I still feel the pain of your chastisement
That has shaped my being today.
The pain of your departure has left a great bruise
Which I thought could never be healed.
But thankfully, I am more than victorious
Death may seem to triumph over you
But not for long.
For I know resurrection is yet to blossom.
For when it does,
Death shall be put to shame
And all shall rejoice again.
– totshelpinghands
Dedicated to all those who transitioned into glory as a result of cancer.