poem for my mother

Days will pass and turn into years... But mom we will always remember you with silent tears.

It all started with her breast,
how can the nourishment of what fed her 3 daughters be the cause and captivity of her death?

CANCER. The illness I have no pity on,
because it took the one person I rely on.

because you're the reason I breathed...
Questioning why did God take you from me?

But you're above now and feeling free.
Free as you'll ever be.

You climbed the toughest mountain, rock by rock, stone by stone, and you're outcome is you're in Gods hands. The best hands.

I'm dying without you but it's teaching me to live, heaven ain't something someone can give.

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