she is gone, she never got to see dawn. i held her hand as she passed, the moment seemed to go too fast. tears filled my father's eyes, as he knew her spirit soon would rise. her flesh so tight, her color a shade of purple so bright. oxygen she needed to no longer wear, but the pain i soon would bear. nothing can heal the pain, my tears fall down like rain. with each and every pill, her position no one can fill. she created a christian flock, she will always be my solid rock. the moments with her i surely miss, especially down to her last hug and kiss. this battle i cannot fight, leads me to the need to write.


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