September 22, 2012
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Every day
Her arms grow
Her shirt
Becomes baggier
Her hair
Is wispier.

It is
Eating her--
Devouring her--
Her own cells
Waged war
On her.

The doctor
Smiles at me
When I come in
The smile is fake,
His eyes
Are cloudy.

I come anyway,
Rain or snow,
Essays or not,
City bus or taxi,
I come to her bedside
And take
Her withered hand.

So that I
Can see
Her lips
Curl into a smile--
So that
It is all
Worth it.

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angel_of_silence said...
Sept. 27, 2012 at 2:40 pm
This is a really great poem. You captured the emotion just right. Keep writing.
Maddyo This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 27, 2012 at 6:22 pm
Thanks so much! I really do appreciate your comments.
BlueSunset said...
Sept. 27, 2012 at 8:37 am
It's alright, short and simple. I liked it though :-)
bagley777 said...
Sept. 26, 2012 at 11:18 pm
This is really good(:
FinnTheHuman said...
Sept. 26, 2012 at 8:39 am
That was really good, really sad though. It was really good, keep up the good work.
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