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The Lost Battle
I had to tell
A three year old boy
That his mother wasn't coming home today.
My cousin,
She of the long golden locks,
Lost her battle against cancer this morning.
For two arduous years
She fought valiently.
Her son was her pride and joy.
He will grow up now
Without her, hearing from family
How passionately she loved him, but I fear
It's not enough.
It's never enough.
So if you love someone,
Tell them that constantly.
Don't let them go.
I can feel your torment and
I can feel your torment and remorse from your words. Sad topic, but excellent write.
Saying Goodbye
Is where I actually explored this particular incident. At the time I wrote this one, I couldn't bring myself to speak with much clarity about it. It was too painful at the time.
Thing's I never said turned
I have no words that would make You feel any better an Sorry for Your loss doesn't cut it I've been Here
An thing's I never said turned out to be some of My biggest Regrets !
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces
Sorry For Your Loss
Be there for your beloved 3 year old, Reila, and yes, the word love will be out of my mouth a lot more - thanks for the sharing. Love to you and yours. - I will pray for you - Lady A
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