A Letter to His Family

January 12, 2009
The cold is like a knife in my back,
I have this heater, but the warmth of my family is what I lack.
It’s all around me, the frigid winter air,
I have so many clothes on, but sill I feel bare.
The disease I breathe, I do it for you,
My wife and our three kids too.
I’m not always there,
But know I love you more, with each breath of this cold winter air.
It kills me to know that I can’t see you all more,
But trust me there will be a day when I walk through that door.
It may not last for long, I try to make each moment slowly pass,
For how sad it is, we never know when it may be my last.

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