Thirty days is ending, the time has passed with ease. Yet more lives have been stolen by this vile beast.
More children it has taken, ripped from loving arms. Leaving pain and guilt behind in those that sought to keep them from harm.
They suffered with families, they suffered on their own. The innocents have suffered too much in a cold room far from home.
Questions go unanswered… “why is there no cure?” Grief is gently hidden, shut behind a door.
It’s said they are our future yet there are no plans it seems. No way to protect our children so they can see all yet to see.
Money spent so needlessly, but no one is set to pay. Who will stand and shout for the young ones as their lives slip away.
Too many rooms unopened, where parents cannot thread. Too many empty chairs, too many children dead.
How many even know the routines? Tears and dread. How many are aware of being gathered around a bed.
A month is passing by. We have shared what we know. It will be on our lips everyday not just when the time of year says so.
When will we start acting? We say they’re our whole life. When will all become aware? Stand together and say “this isn’t right!”
Look upon your babies. Listen to them breathe. Imagine standing all in black as a family that grieves.
It’s easy to ignore because it’s not happening too you. But now, you can not say you didn’t know…
Today is the last day of September which means it is the end of Childhood Cancer Awareness Month too. Well it’s the end for you. But it will never be the end for me and many more oncology parents out there. We raise awareness everyday!
Next time you see a post on Facebook, twitter, Instagram and even on here please take 2 minutes to read. Please make sure you know the sign and the symptoms of Childhood Cancer.
Make sure you kiss your child goodnight.
Riley, I love you. You are so strong, so brave and a fighter. You make me so proud everyday🎗
Hope, dream, believe.