It was a sunny, peaceful day in small town Marysville, Michigan till we got that heart-wrenching call, "Your husband's cancer has returned and it has spread." My mom, with a calming hand, put a grocery item in the basket and turned to me, as if I was her salvation. "Brandy, your dad's cancer has come back." Those dreadful words stung my heart. Suddenly, the grocery store that my family and I were shopping in, began to darken with gloom. "I felt like I was in a tunnel." my mom said, recalling that life-changing day. The beast has come to ravage our family again. It was time to “fight the good fight” one more time. "Finding a way, where there is no way" My dad, an Irish warrior, put on his armor of strength and faith. He was ready to battle, he was ready to win, God-willing. Even though, the Oncologist at the John D. Dingell VA Medical Center told my mom that chemotherapy and radiation woul...
The title “Poems from the Heart” is dedicated to my dad. He will always be my inspiration when I write. When I was younger, my dad wanted me to publish a book filled with my poetry. Even though, I don’t have a bound book of my poetry, I still wanted to use the title in a honoring way. So, I’ve created this blog to “touch hearts” with some of my poetry, memories, love, and faith. I hope my audience enjoys the eclectic variety!