She is NOT her cancer

Shes beautiful and she knows it,


Even though her body disagrees.


 


Shes weak physically but doesn't not try,


As she has a strong will and doesn't want to die.


 


She is my hero,


She is my everything.


 


She had taught me well,


I hope I make her proud.


 


She makes my heart smile,


Even though we can't play dog pile.


 


She is my loving Mother,


She is NOT her cancer.


 

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