The day started off mournful and weary,
But the news I received was neither cheerful nor merry.
For what lay before me eerily awakened me.
Could it be, that she is in need?
As I stood there, I could hardly bear the pain and the agony.
I knew I had to fight, get passed all this fright, I was my mother's hope, her light.
Together we would overcome this, this disease.
We held the keys, the keys of strength, hope and dignity.
In our unity we remained strong, she fought with every ounce of power within her.
Conquering the pain and suffering.
I am proud to say that now, everything is okay, still each and every night I will pray, give thanks that my mom saw the light of day.
My mom is a survivor, she is strong, she is brave and courageous.
Now cancer free, I am happy as can be, only now I see, that miracles can be.

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