Looking out the window at the rain,
She daydreams about a field of grain.
The long shoots swaying in the wind,
She thought of the warmth of the sun and grinned.
Then she turned to look around,
And other children is what she found.
Some were sleeping, others just stared,
The newer ones were really really scared.
Many of them had lost their hair,
But after a while you really donít care.
Feeling sick is what bothers her most,
She canít play like before, beat the boys and boast.
And then in the distance she hears motors roar,
Again she grins widely, puts her feet to the floor.
A.B.A.T.E. has returned as they promised they would,
To deliver items of need which is all very good.
Chapstick and phone card bowls are running low,
But again they are here and those bowls will overflow.
As the bikers walk in,
All the children do grin.
Emotions are mixed as we all come together,
Some children are gone, some are a lot better.
The tears they do flow,
But her love for these bikers continues to grow.
She dreams of the day that she too will ride,
To deliver love to children, to sit by their side.
Patrick ďChemoĒ Healy
Donít forget our childrenís cancer ride February 12th to Mary Bridge Hospital
Meet the bravest people in the world, the children.