Sick!

Your frail little body,
keeps taking the punch.

I get mad at you...
over our lunch.

So strong you are....
why can't I be?

Anger inside...
me.

I can't fix it,
or make it right...
yet,
your soul...
you fight.

Grieving inside,
my soul died.

Nothing I can do
will make it right.

So we smile
cheek to cheek.....
fight to survive another week.

I love you baby,
I truly do....
I can't wait for the day...
we can be through!

poem by JAR Poet
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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