Every day
I think of you
Too young to be taken
You could have told us, ya know?
Cancer
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donna f.
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March 6, 2006 A Cinquain for my Mother, 27 Years Too Late(minus one syllable)
May 13, 2006 08:20 AM EDT
(Updated: May 14, 2006 11:53 AM EDT)
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Comments: 16
Take care
Gautami, Thank you sincerely
Benita, I wish I knew. She had apparantly known of the hepatic cancer
for two years, and never told a soul.