BEGINNING OF THE END All eyes were fast upon her As she walked into the room The radiant glow upon her face Dispelled all sense of gloom She didn't see the glances Of the people all around Or the envy of the ladies As the men all gathered ‘round Her eyes were brightly sparkling On her lips a cheerful smile Her voice was soft, like angel song In her step there was real style In her life there was no place For trivialities or hate But only space for love to grow For friends who'd learn her fate For little did the gath'ring crowd Know that her days were few And she'd determined not to mope But live each day anew Her courage showed in every word She spoke with gentleness Her pain was hid in laughter That refused to yield to stress The enemy that gnawed her flesh With tendrils choking out her life Would rob her of the joys and dreams Of being loving mom or wife But she'd decided not to mope Enjoy each precious day she had And give to all her loved ones hope Shield them from being grieved and sad What would you do if she were you? How could you with it cope? How would you spend remaining days? In agony? Or hope? by © Barbara A. Duits 1999 Return to Index HomePage