What I won't forget

At a young age, it's said that I was one who never gave in,

That proved true when against my tumor I did win,

I fully recovered despite the odds,

But it was in truth because of Almighty God. 

While there were difficulties I'd have to face,

I could be living in a worse place,

Instead, I'd lived as a Catholic with true pleasure,

Such as little things which- made especially hard times a bit better. 

There were things that hadn't felt as blessings at the time,

Like being held back in school as in my learning I was behind,

Yet though I had much I still had yet to learn,

But because I'd stayed my extended family I had earned. 

I'd for so long only seen how fragile I had been,

At school, I had felt like I could at least pretend,

That I wasn't someone incapable or ill,

There was a void in my life that those at school/church did fill. 

I love to sing in the church at each mass,

I've always wanted such a joy to last,

Or when we'd sing for those in hospital during Christmas each year,

I always loved when on each passing face a smile would appear. 

When I felt like giving up after I had lost a dear friend,

When they all found out it was their strength they did lend,

And When I had been diagnosed with epilepsy,

It was my extended family who'd tried to make things easier for me. 

With every new poem that came to mind,

Their encouragement I'd often find,

After all they have done for me throughout the years,

One thought has remained clear. 

I want to repay their kindness someday,

So I will dedicate my time until I find a way,

While I lack certain skills that would help me to make a change

Surely there's somewhere I could start a fresh page. 

I tell myself that when I see each family struggle or go,

Even though this haven I no longer really know,

There is one thing that I pray will remain,

It's my hope that this feeling of home will stay the same.