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A.M.


You were more than a family friend,

more like a helping hand.

Taught me my division,

and how to deal with collisions.

My second-grade eyes were filled with admiration,

And what I learned from you was a lot of determination.

When I was thirteen

I found out how the world can be mean.

I felt useless yet full of hopes and prayers,

Yet you looked at life and said “bring on the dare”.

Your continuous fight was inspirational,

and your strength was unmistakable.

I can’t help but want to grow up to be like you,

Changing lives before you even knew.

I often think, as I finish my high school career,

That you contributed to my success and a lot of my tears.

You were always there,

it wasn't rare.

Even when you aren’t here,

I still feel your presence near.

I don’t know why it had to take you away,

You were still in the process of changing the world some day.

You're up there now with wings

You looked down at me when I answered my phone ring.

Hearing the news that you were gone,

it just felt too wrong.

You were a great person,

And my longing to see you again will only worsen.

I promise I will make you proud,

And I will scream your legacy loud.

I will continue to grow on what I used to be

And inspire others just like you did for me.

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