The Race For Life Poem by Ernestine Northover

We ventured out, into the local park,
Where 'The Race for Life' would take place.
The drizzle started, clouds were dark,
And there was very little space.

Thousands of people were arriving,
To run this great three mile event,
For those who had died, and those surviving
Cancer. It was a time so well spent.

They were raising funds to find a cure,
To cleanse the world of this affliction,
One day, you can be very sure,
They will find it. That is a conviction.

The atmosphere was positive and cheery,
Even though heavy downpours came,
And when they reached the finish and weary,
Each had their own claim to fame.

And so we support and help them through,
By all of us doing our best.
My Daughter ran for her 'Daddy' who
Lost his battle, and is now at rest.

On her back was his name written clearly,
As a tribute for what he'd had to bear,
And the newspapers wrote out his story,
A memory that the family can share

She proudly clasped the medal, well won,
With determination she did excel.
And who could not say a loud 'Well Done',
As the raindrops and teardrops fell.

© Ernestine Northover