May Day
May, the month my life changed forever.
The doctor diagnosed it as cancer...
What did she do to have to go through this pain?
I had always thought I would be able to see her when shes old with a cane.
Chemo and radiation was her method of treatment,
it was all so new, I had no idea what it all meant.
She felt so sick and tired everyday,
I watched helplessly as her hair fell out...never to be able to turn gray.
Mom, I so wish I could do all of this for you,
I love you, I love you, I love you, I really really do.
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