Ronan was born on June 13, 2001 in Edmonton to Joe and Ali. He is a big brother to Malcolm; grandson to Lydia, Teresa and Bob; nephew, cousin and friend to many. A 4th grader at Prince Charles School; musician; music lover; chess champion; Harry Potter fan; bananagram-er; card shark; board gamer, corny joke teller. And cancer fighter.

This blog is intended to ensure that Ronan’s vast support team of family and friends are connected, informed and engaged while he, dad Joe, mom Ali and brother Malcolm help him beat a terrible, scary disease - embryonal sarcoma, a rare childhood liver cancer. So welcome to Ronan’s blog. Sit, read, cry, and vow to fight this fight with Ronan, Malcolm, Ali and Joe. And please leave a few words of encouragement with a Comment.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Ronan!! A poem


Ronan

We collectively wish up on a golden star

that you have the strength

of legions

the audacity of a swashbuckling

pirate

the power of a superhero

to see you through

so when you grow up

you can ride that golden star

so the world will come to know

the best of you..

we collectively wish for you

the strength of a Kodiak bear

that roams the wilds

doesn’t give-in to shadows doesn’t give-in to fears

is a explorer without a peer..

we collectively hear of your courage

that would put Thor to shame

your courage is known wide and far

if it were possible

in the Hall of Heroes

even Harry Potter would whisper your name


Clyde A. Wray

November 19, 2010

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www.clydeawray.com

7 comments:

  1. dont come back to school because you have to do 3 test from jody

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  2. I love, love, love this piece by Clyde. I just felt it was so Ronan in every way...mind you it made me cry....
    XO

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  3. Wow! I can imagine it being read in that beautiful deep voice... well said...thank-you...

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  4. Well, I learned that I can't read Clyde's poetry while at work, as it is really embarrassing to be crying whilst trying to fill prescriptions. I also can't let my co-workers read his poetry at work, because then we all cry, and the people asking for cough syrup are mystified at our tears. Powerful words. Yes Ronan, your courage is known far and wide and we are all whispering your name.

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