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Apr 2015
A final gasp,
A loosened grasp,
The sadness of lifeless eyes,
Filled with premature goodbyes,
On that day we lost a soldier,
Who lost the internal war,
The cancer had won this round,
But she had bet it many times before,
With strength I have never seen,
A veteran on how to live,
To be a loving mother, sister, friend and so much more,
She's gone now,
Knocking on heavens door.
A poem for the death of a family member
Lisa
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Lisa  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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   Ash Saveman and Cecil Miller
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