Gone but not forgotten
Growing up you took care of me no matter how bad i was
you gave me food and a roof and a mothers love
from hugs and kisses to beatings and punishment
i laugh so much when i think of all of it
you were my superhero because of how strong you were
7 years later we still wish there was a cure
every hero has a weakness i guess i know thats right
because the cancer took your life, so that was your kryptonite
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