A few poems that always bring Crickett to mind...  

My Daughter, My Friend

   A little girl-child, what a joy!

To think some say,

“I’d like a boy”

When looking forward to a birth…

They never knew a

daughter’s worth.

What price, a laugh so full of glee?

How much,

a fairy on my knee?

A nickel’s worth of shining hair

And ribbons,

or a smile so fair.

What cost, to see her grow too soon

Toward high-heels,

lipstick, and perfume?

No, money couldn’t pay for her,

And so God loaned her,

as it were.

For, it’s worth more than I

could spend,

For such a daughter, and a friend!

  
~~ Judith Bond 

What Cancer Cannot Do
    
Cancer is so limited...
 
It cannot cripple love.
It cannot shatter hope.
It cannot corrode faith.
It cannot destroy peace.
It cannot kill friendship.
It cannot suppress memories.
It cannot silence courage.
It cannot invade the soul.
It cannot steal eternal life.
It cannot conquer the spirit.

  
~~ Author Unknown 

She was the believer in hope

and all things hopeful—

She was the sharer of

strength, courage, & love.

She was a woman who defined grace

because she lived by it—

Her life was a gift, a light,

and an inspiration

to all who knew her!

  
~~ Author Unknown 

The wings I see are tinged with gold

Time is endless or so I’m told

Feathery white

I know you’re there.

In my heart I know you care

Over your shoulder.

Here we are

Staying close, never far

Wrap me up, envelop me

I need you Angel,

Can’t you see?

Shield me now within your wing

Songs of joy we’ll always sing.

Hold me tight and take me high

You belong to me

In my sky.

Protect and love and nurture me

I need you Angel

Can’t you see?

  
~~ John Cameron 

A Memorial Verse

A million times I needed you
A million times I have cried.
If love alone could have saved you,
You would have never died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a special place,
That none will ever fill.
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you did not go alone.
For all my love went with you
The day God called you home.
 
~~ Patricia Grant

The Broken Chain

We little knew that day,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.

It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.

You left us beautiful memories.
Your love is still our guide.
And though we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.

Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
 
~~ Author Unknown