Randy Johnson Poet Rhyme

111 Months

You were diagnosed with Leukemia and sadly, you didn't survive.
If you hadn't died 111 months ago, today you would've turned 75.
You were born on October the 18th of 1947.
But 111 months ago, you went to Heaven.
Your hair grew back when chemotherapy made it fall out.
When you were told you would die, there was no doubt.
It must have been terrifying when you learned that you were terminally ill.
You had to battle cancer and it was not easy to go through such an ordeal.
Today would've been your 75th birthday.
But 111 months ago, you were taken away.

[Dedicated to Charles F. Johnson (1947-2013) who died on July 13, 2013]

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Jeff Kyser October 18, 2022 at 6:52 AM Hi Randy, I feel this one - my father passed away after a hard-fought battle with lymphoma at the young age of 53, back in '86. I think of him often, of all he taught me, of all the time we missed together. I do believe I will see him again though. Enjoyed your poem. Randy Johnson October 18, 2022 at 7:36 AM Thank you, Jeff.