The Chosen Mothers and Walking On The Edge Of Life

Hi 
     Found this poem at a wilms' Mothers website
     Just wanted to share

The Chosen Mothers

by Erma Bombeck

Most women become a mother by

accident, some by choice

and a few by habit. Did you ever

wonder how mother's of

children with life threatening

illnesses are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering

over earth

selecting His instruments for

progagation with great care and

deliberation. As He observes, He

instructs His angels

to make notes in a giant ledger.......

"Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew"

Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia"

Rutledge, Carrie, twins, partron saint Greard."
Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, "Give

her a child with cancer." The angel is curious. "Why this

one, God? She's so happy."

"Exactly," smiles God, "Could I give a child with cancer

a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But, does she have patience?" asks the angel,

"I don't want her to have too much patience or she will

drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and

resentment wears off, she will handle it."

"I watched her today," said God. "She has that feeling

of self-independence that is so rare and necessary in a mother.

You see, the child I'm going to give her has it's own world.

She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But Lord, I don't think she believes in you," said the angel.

"No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just

enough selfishness."

The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child
occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is the woman I will bless

with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet,

but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for

granted. She will never consider a single step

ordinary. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see....ignorance,

cruelty, prejudice....and allow her to rise above them.""And what about her patron saint" asks the angel, his pen poised in mid-air.God smiles and says..."A mirror will suffice."

this one from a childs point ov view ♥

Walking On The Edge Of Life
© Lorna Mahan


The world keeps moving forward
as time stands still for me,
I am the kid with Cancer,
locked in battle to be free.
For all us kids on chemo
our lives are put on hold,
As we fight to stay alive,
our chances good were told.
Our attitude is courage
we live this life each day,
Just waiting for tomorrow,
praying cancer goes away.
Walking on the edge of life
We’re never looking down,
United here in front of you,
until a cure is found.




Fight For Life
© Lorna Mahan


Fight For Life
Storms of life are strong enough
without cancer stepping in,
Came creeping through the back door
just counting on a win.
Engaging you in battle
we firmly stand our ground,
Armed with courage, faith and hope,
our child's life we surround..
This fight rages day and night
the will to surivive is strong,
We will never surrender
In our lives you don't belong.
Prepare yourself to lose this time
our child's life you won't take,
This is a fight you will not win
Cancer, make no mistake!