We ventured out, into the local park, <br />Where 'The Race for Life' would take place. <br />The drizzle started, clouds were dark, <br />And there was very little space. <br /> <br />Thousands of people were arriving, <br />To run this great three mile event, <br />For those who had died, and those surviving <br />Cancer. It was a time so well spent. <br /> <br />They were raising funds to find a cure, <br />To cleanse the world of this affliction, <br />One day, you can be very sure, <br />They will find it. That is a conviction. <br /> <br />The atmosphere was positive and cheery, <br />Even though heavy downpours came, <br />And when they reached the finish and weary, <br />Each had their own claim to fame. <br /> <br />And so we support and help them through, <br />By all of us doing our best. <br />My Daughter ran for her 'Daddy' who <br />Lost his battle, and is now at rest. <br /> <br />On her back was his name written clearly, <br />As a tribute for what he'd had to bear, <br />And the newspapers wrote out his story, <br />A memory that the family can share <br /> <br />She proudly clasped the medal, well won, <br />With determination she did excel. <br />And who could not say a loud 'Well Done', <br />As the raindrops and teardrops fell. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-race-for-life/
