Power of Illness

Her blood was filled with viruses,

and nothing could be done.

Passed without me even knowing how it came about.

Left with sorrow

and questioning if

I'll make to the morrow

Tender age made me naive,

and easy to fool but now that know

what to blame,

A wish is all I have,

I want my mother back to

Do what she had always wanted

So she'll see me graduate. 

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