On Friday, I rode in with jokes and prayers,
Cause he enjoys both,
cancer is the worst, and somehow the
newest and the best still isn’t enough.
Three steps forward, two steps back,
when do we call it, when is it just too tough?
He told us today if only I was 20 years younger,
yet for us, he is.
He will always be one tough cowboy.
Encourage. Encouraged. Encouraging,
this is the season of life we battle – willingly.
Time time time – we need more.
Cook food, drink water, sing a tune
Never ending shuffle of what are we to do.
His fight is stronger than ours,
a blessing –
funny how it is.
Today it appears we are offered another day,  a week, month or years. 
Either way,
God, oh how we love him.