Cancer
A beautiful woman seen as strong,
a young child who the world has done wrong
A teenage boy with much more to live.
an old man with a lot still to give.
These are some who were taken to soon,
memories of them will always loom
in the hearts of those considered close
who had to place the final rose.
They are in a better place
where cancer never leaves such a trace.
But we are still left here to mourn,
with a heart that has been brutally torn.
Someday we will see their smiling face,
and they will say "Welcome to this holy space."
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