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My Beautiful Mom

Pale, shaky hands reach
Toward me across the white bar
That keeps me from her

She is there smiling
Brighter than a thousand suns
It’s for me, I know

She smiles to let me
Know that she’ll get through this, no
Matter what they say

Getting a treatment
Chemo- for her breast cancer
My mom’s a fighter



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