Momma
Was there when it first happened
In crimson red
New instantly it was bad
Tests confirmed worst fears
Stomach churning and eyes burning
Things would never be the same
Months and pounds pass
Looks of concern routine
Well wishes get old
Thoughts of frustration mount
Somehow spirit still intact
Raspy breathing barely audible
Beep…beep…exhale
Last lucid thoughts not of self
Lying limp in my arms
Goodbye momma
Goodbye
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