Sick!
Your frail little body,
keeps taking the punch.
I get mad at you...
over our lunch.
So strong you are....
why can't I be?
Anger inside...
me.
I can't fix it,
or make it right...
yet,
your soul...
you fight.
Grieving inside,
my soul died.
Nothing I can do
will make it right.
So we smile
cheek to cheek.....
fight to survive another week.
I love you baby,
I truly do....
I can't wait for the day...
we can be through!
poem by JAR Poet
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