in the palm of my hand
I am alone... I need some strength...
Just enough to take a break.
I feel alone and scared and sore...
Treatments, now... I must endure.
With friends so far away at play...
Loneliness just fills my days.
If someone just could hold my hand
and think of me, and understand...
I'd think of them, and hold them tight...
In all my thoughts both day and night.
in the palm of my hand, the rub is sure
to make me strong, and pain endure.
by kathleen howe
