Patient are the children, who wait, and watch as their mother lie in state...of pain
For death is to come, their hearts they brace and prepare for the end of her race...against time
The unknown of the hour, anticipating the day weakening from weeks, of hearing the doctor say...not long
Memories are shared with hugs and smiles while the tears they shed stretch for miles...No End
To the pain they'll bear, there is no cure they can not feel, what she had to endure...many years
Quiet as kept, like a secret untold, mother hid her sickness, ageing not from old...father time
The devourer of all things, three still remained Air, Water, and Her Life, soon death's gain...Not Loss
Are words to the question, they can not answer Why their mother had to fight against cancer...never know
That they wont, but God knows best, In Peace My Children All Now Can Eternally Rest.
PHIRE
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