Leukemia

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You were diagnosed with Leukemia and sadly, you didn't survive.If you hadn't died 111 months ago, today you would've turned 75.You were born on October the 18th of 1947.But 111 months ago, you went to Heaven.
How long would it take For an anchor to sink? How long would it take If I was the anchor?   What if the waves crashing above Were the daily struggles  I was meant to face  
Half a decade ago today, Dad ceased to be alive.Five years ago, Dad died at the age of sixty-five.He was a hard worker, he could have outworked two twenty-year-olds.
I remember his smile I remember his generosity I remember his golden heart I'll never forget The kindness he taught me The mark he left  
I am numb I am now lost I wanted you in my life forever I thought we would get married, grow old & die together I saw you one last time. You knew exactly what was coming.
Grandmother lies there withering Writhing in pain The venomous blood Slithering through her veins   Doctors and nurses float in and out She never wavers Until she thinks I am gone
When I saw you in your casket, it brought tears to my eyes.You died two years ago today on the thirteenth day of July.When the doctors said that your illness was terminal, I didn't want to believe that it was true.
If I had the chance, I would take a stance. Make myself be heard, find a cure. The numbers are soaring, parents are mourning. Lives are impacted each day. But you see, no ear will hear,
Smiling Breaking inside and out
It all started with just one cough, but then another cough came in Days went by and nothing went on No one did anything, but then my mom stepped up We rushed to the hospital and didn't say a thing
The grass is green and the sky is blue We are young, both me and you We run for days in full delight  How could we know your dreadful plight?  But together forever  Isnt that how it goes? 
How could I ever forget that day? Her eyes beaming bright, a fire kindling in her heart, and a boundless energy to inspire, all stared back at the seven of us in the floor length mirror.
(poems go here) as she sat there and watched the evils slip through her father she could only imagine the pains that reside in the heart growing weary.
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