All scrambled down,
I wish to pick up the pieces,
The dreams that falling apart,
The hope failing me,

From a distance,
I could hear the birds singing,
The rays that paved the way,
Through my broken window,

Broken like my heart,
As I stare at my mom,
Laying beside me,
A shadow of herself,

All the moments we shared,
Were all taken away,
At an instant,
Just because, she had to have cancer.

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