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Poetry: Disease

by Lola-Rose

Created on: October 06, 2008

I don't care that you're about to die,

It won't make me curl up and cry.

People lose parents everyday,

What makes me different anyway?

No-one cares that I love you and need you,

They still insist on taking you away.

While this disease fills your lungs more and more,

Your last breath doesn't seem far away.

I love you so much daddy, if only you knew,

of everything I would do for you,

if it meant you could be here for more time with me,

see my sister grow up, past her sixth birthday.

I would do anything to make it go away,

But what does it matter? What can I do?

Nothing except mourn for you.

I love you Daddy, never forget.

Leave this world without regrets,

you were the greatest person you could ever be,

The one, the only, my Daddy.

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