Nana
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She’s so graceful
And golden
She’s marvelous
And elegant
Her favorite hymns always cloud the house
I want to be like her
For the rainy days,
Which made her flowers bloom.
For the hugs she gave me,
When I needed them most.
For the years spent suffering,
Before she passed away.
For being the strongest woman,
Honestly, It doesn't really seem like it's been four-years
Even If I cried I wouldn't know If I had any more-tears
The only thing I want in this world only is just you-here
Those words would roll off my tongue
Like barbed wire down a hill
Cancer
They say Nana's got it
But I feel like I’m dying
Like I've grown a lump in the bottom of my belly
Cancer
