At age three you tired to take me
My tiny body fought U and won,
I grew up with your damage,
but grew so strong.
Age 35 u attacked my Brain
My body was smarter then you
Still was not your turn to win.
I Learned how to Retrain my self
to come home and rise my Daughters
At age 55 you sent in Cancer
I Killed You, U did not Kill Me
At age 60
I live.. with Joy and Gratitude
Of Hope and Integrity to know how to give Back.
Learning it is not all about me.
To God I give Thanks.
Enough time to find him
Inside of me.
I have such good energy around me
I send it to U.
Death will come when God is Done with me,
I am not done.
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