Everywhere I turn lately, another friend or family member is struck with cancer. One of my neighbors just lost her mom to cancer earlier this week, and another was just diagnosed with a brain tumor so serious, that she’ll be lucky to live another 6 months, leaving behind a husband and two young girls. I can’t imagine. So I cope the only way I know how. I make cupcakes for them. Which is where this little poem came from.
IF CUPCAKES COULD CURE CANCER
If cupcakes could cure cancer
No children would ever get sick
I’d quit my job and start a bakery
So cancer’s ass I could kick
I’d whip up every delicious flavor
From chocolate to lemon cream pie
And I’d give a bunch to my neighbor
So she won’t have to tell us goodbye
Yeah if cupcakes could cure cancer
It would be a tasty remedy
Much better than that poison they give them
The one called chemotherapy
And if only cupcakes could cure cancer
We’d need to start eating our Wheaties
Because next thing you know, there’d be a big increase
in the cases of diabetes
But cupcakes can’t cure cancer
They can only bring a little smile
For a friend or family member who’s hurting
Because they only have a little while
So I won’t quit my job to make cupcakes
Though that does sound pretty neat
But I’ll make them for friends who are suffering
Because they’re still a quite tasty treat
I love this so much.