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The spasms
lifts her body
with eyes closed
the Doctor explains
sheís reacting to the pain
and the convulsions
are the first stage
and the last journey
of her life
Mom gasps
for her breath
stares away
the disease
destroyed her liver
she tried to endure
but there is no cure
as death walks her way
Mom cried
there wasnít enough time
I didnít say good bye
and I remember dancing
as she played
her 45ís

By JaMichael

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