Ring The Bell

Ring The Bell

16 March 2018

At the end of chemo or radiation

They call it graduation.

All staff and caregivers congregate

With the patients to celebrate.

The young Mademoiselle,

With more meaning than she could tell,

Cried as she rang the bell.

No polite decorum for me.

It's not about dignity,

Nor preserving serenity.

I'm making the most of this opportunity.

After weeks of nausea hell,

With a rebel yell,

He grabbed the rope and rang the bell.

Let the bell of hope ring loud and long

As we celebrate becoming strong;

Strong enough to face cancer as beginners

And come out the other side as winners.

Hoping all would be well,

For quite a spell

The child rang the bell.

Mademoiselle Lorielle

Mademoiselle Lorielle

27 February 2012

There's a smile on my face

And joy fills my heart

Because an event took place,

A new life got it's start.

Lorielle was born this afternoon,

A healthy baby girl at full-term.

For her mother it wasn't too soon.

Of that she was loud and firm.

She was tired of being with child. 

Not that the baby was unplanned,

It's just the discomforts piled

Up and inconveniences got out of hand.

Now she can relax and ensure

Her new baby's care and keeping

While dreaming about its future

And drift off to sleeping.