Your ashes will sit in a lifeless urn
of dead stone, on a table of dark tone.
Your remains will wait quietly
till you are called back by the One
to be put back together again
to be given back everything
the tumors took away
one by one
your body healed, your eyes of soft hue
red blood back, flowing forward and through
so your whole face is lit up again.
Then, resplendence
with the feeling of warming light
without guilt, without pain
when finally one day
we will see you again.
AYESHA F. HAMID 
I really like this poem. It has some great imagery. After losing my mother to cancer, I can really relate to this.