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Mar 2015
Your breath is shallow
It has gotten smaller each day
You no longer respond when I greet you
And your eyes only open rarely and are unresponsive
Alzheimer's has taken away your thoughts
And the morphine can only help for so long
When I saw you today I knew the truth
That you were fading
Goodbye Grandma, tell Grandpa hello
For you will meet him again soon
The doctors say there are only a few more days left until she passes away.
Luna Craft
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