Touchdowns & Tiaras: Love from Linda West

The Warrior is a Child

Gazing in the mirror

I see a warrior's face.

Fully clothed in armor,

No fear and no disgrace.

A tear it never offers,

A smile it always gives,

No sadness does it show,

But what life it lives.

Needles going in

As blood is taken out,

But still no sign of pain,

No cries to make you doubt.

Each day you see this person,

And think that they're so brave,

Each day you see us laughing,

The tears are ours to save.

So when you see our armor,

And think we're calm and mild,

Remember this one thing,

The warrior is a child.

- Terra Phillips

Leukemia Survivor

June 2, 2010

Love from Linda West

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