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I think God may have played favorites to give us the parents
that we had.  They taught us how to 

                       love and be thoughtful and glad.  They couldn't stress enough to
never hold a grudge with someone for more

                       than a day, you never know what catastrophe could strike and take
that person away.  Another was to show appreciation by

                       actions because talk is somewhat cheap.  It houses insincere
gestures that honor just can't keep.  My mom's

                       eyes were glazed and full of tears, her courage made her fight. 
Cancer took both breasts and hair our prayers

                       kept hope in sight.  She never showed her fear to us and cooked
dinner most every night.  Her love was

                       so strong and powerful she never got the recognition she deserved.
 That's why I dedicate this poem to my mom

                       and thank God for what I've learned.  The last visit at the
hospital my mom took her last breath and died in 

                       my arms.  My whole world started collapsing as I screamed for the
nurse in alarm.  I wanted to bring my mom back 

                       to tell her sorry for the mean things I had once said but the
doctor said her lungs had filled with fluid and

                       had drowned and was now dead.  We were all consumed in sadness my
dad had lost his way.  He stopped eating and

                       got sick and died 3 months later almost to the very day.  This is
the first time I have ever been able to share

                       with anyone what my heart has been trying to say.  The warm feeling
when God embraces me every time I pray.

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