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December Tears

By , Fountain Valley, CA
I remember the frightening siren
On that windy December day,
You told me that your time was over
But I told you not to think that way.

I never thought that there would be an end,
Your hospital stay was quite long.
There were many telepathic messages I tried to send,
But they said you could no longer play this sad game of ping-pong.

They always say,
You never realize what you have until it’s gone.
I prayed everyday
For that dumb cancer to rip up like a coupon.

The day I visited you at your hospital bed
Was the day
I shed the most tears and sweat from my head.
You’ll never know how much I died for you every day
It was misread
But your eyes would not open in any way.

They always say,
You never realize what you have until it’s gone
And so I prayed everyday
For that dumb cancer to rip like a coupon.

I still pray
To this day,
That all the cancer in the world will go away.
And to this day,
I remember the frightening siren
On that windy December day.





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Belen said...
Apr. 28, 2012 at 10:00 pm
I am so sorry about your dad. I can feel your ache through this poem. Written so well.
 
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