The hardest thing I 've done
Is sit here next to you as the sun goes down
Watching you curled up like a newborn baby
Every once in a while you murmur words i can not hear
But just know mother I am always near
Can not believe that you are ill
I just know I must accept, it's God's will
You have watched me grow from a small child and
all the while with patience and caring
Never daring to give up hope.
Now I look at you wanting you to recover
Why couldn't your illness be discovered before now
Just how am I suppose to accept your fate
The discovery of your cancer came too late
A mom is much more than I can write in this prose but,
I suppose, I will write about you until my life is through.
Love you mom.
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