I wasn't there the morning she took her last breath,
But I still remember that day.
I didn't see her die,
But I watched her fade away.
An ugly disease stole such a beautiful human.
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In My Skin
Poetrya series of words stitched together as a result of my brain vs my heart. enjoy.
47-mom
I wasn't there the morning she took her last breath,
But I still remember that day.
I didn't see her die,
But I watched her fade away.
An ugly disease stole such a beautiful human.
