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by Broken Inside May 19, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / other
One week old, Just beginning to grow. You have to teach me, What you already know. I hear your voice, Mom, It makes me feel so calm. One month old now, Something seems wrong, You took me to the doctor, They said they had some bad news. The tumor I had was growing, They said there was nothing they could do. You are afraid, Mom, I can tell. But don't worry, I will make it through somehow. You did all you could have done, I didn't die, I won. Ten years later the tumor came back, Ready for its second attack. I faced it again, With an almighty grin, And said to myself, I can win again. I had one final test, And hoped for the best. As the doctor came out, She said with a grin, You win again.