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Baby Girl
Your baby girl was only 2 months,
When all our lives had changed.
Weeks turned to months,
Those months turned to years,
2 years passed,
In and out of hospitals,
Your stays were long,-
Like waiting in an endless line
6 weeks at a time.
We went to grandma’s for lunch,
You held me in your arms,
Nevering wanting to let go,
Not knowing if you would get another moment,
A moment like this,-
Like first time a baby grabs your finger,
And looks at you like they’ve known you for a lifetime-
With your little girl in your arms-
Eyes so bright with the world,
And hope in her heart.
You lost so much time,
So many mile stones,
One too many times,
Did we almost lose you,
But you held on,
To see the memories that you would not miss,
To see more of these moments,
With your baby girl only 2 years old.
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This poem is based off a picture of my dad and I. The picture was taken in 2005 at my grandmothers house after my dads release from his second 6 week stay in the hospital, from his 2nd round battling leukemia. He fought long and hard and triumphed. This poem is in tribute to my dad who has been in remission for a little over 10 years, and for everyone who has or has known someone that has gone through this, for those who have triumphed or lossed, for those have fought and those who fought alongside them. I want people to find hope from this poem, no matter what the situation is no one deserves to lose their hope. I want people to continue to strive. I want people to gain motavation to prevail.