Cancer Took Him
His memory I have,
mine to hold,
no one can take it,
cherished as if gold.
Cancer took him,
but his fight was strong,
my brother is with our mother,
now their pain is gone.
His only sister,
treated so cold,
by some of the family,and friends,
the truth shall be told.
Take what you want,
go on your way,
you will pay dearly,
and answer one day.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2009
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