Angels In The Sand

My life has been about teaching, educating the young, and hoping some day it would make a difference

Now, I am retired, maybe more tired, and sadly, I have this thing, this thing, they call cancer

It started a couple of years back, and now, guess what, it is back, two times, tumors in my brain

What the hell, can I say, I try to be tough, and not show my pain, not get too angry, or the angels won't come my way

Though I had many special needs students, who indeed were angels, they lifted my spirits, on the darkest of rainy days

Angels who believe, in the gardens roses, and the streams, and lakes of swans, and ducks, the beauty still remains

To catch a falling star, to make a wish, and to believe, in love, in peace, and hope, this still keeps me sane, as I still have thought

Until the morning after, the sun will beam upon my face, and the bald head, will be set free, in heavens hands, he will take

I will be healed, I will follow his footprints in the sand, where my feet sink, and my legs drip with wet, the starfish will smile at me

My students, would love to play, in the summer on vacation, they would tell me stories about making angels in the sand

The seagulls will follow, and the oyster clams will clap, when they see me this way, it will be a time for pleasure, for songs I love to hear, for all I have fought

Angels who believe, know that cancer can not keep me, when I am set free, the wings of doves will flee, and the kids will be in my heart, for I have been well taught