Blessed is this world

                                                             Courtesy

You feel for me, you cry for me

That I might not see tomorrow

That I might be forty and still be bedridden

That I might never be happy

But answer me, Mother,

When there is so much love and positivity

When I have friends who care not if I don’t have hair

When people keep me in their prayers, everyday

How can I complain?



– Vaishali