I found some stuff I wrote LONG before I had cancer.
I wrote this one soon after Sept 11th 2001.

In moments of crisis,

we don’t call up

our nice furniture

to make sure it's OK

Or rush to hug our cars

a little tighter,

Or wish to spend

just one more

last
precious moment

with our pretty clothes.

May history remember me

not by the clothes I wore

the houses I lived in

or the money I had

but by

the hugs I gave,

the hurts I mended

and the kites I flew.
By Stacey Clark