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Every day
Her arms grow
Thinner
Her shirt
Becomes baggier
Her hair
Is wispier.

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

The doctor
Smiles at me
When I come in
Everyday.
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_silenceThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. 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.
 
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BlueSunset said...
Sept. 27, 2012 at 8:37 am:
It's alright, short and simple. I liked it though :-)
 
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bagley777 said...
Sept. 26, 2012 at 11:18 pm:
This is really good(:
 
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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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