My cellphone rings,
Bad news it brings.
A dear friend is now lying,
On her hospital bed dying.

Inflicted with a dreadful disease,
Cancerous breast that cannot cease
As it metastasize destroying her will,
And all body systems once so very well.

When we gather around her,
All our classmates are sad to hear
As she talks about her aspirations,
Which will soon end into frustrations.

Like a loving mum in trouble,
Her innate intuition is mumble
The ultimate request she dares,
Ask as final favor for us to share.

Her last wish is for us to assist,
Her eldest daughter just to persist
In her studies so she soon graduate,
And finish her degree on the right date.

A promise is made we will extend,
In whatever legal means to help spend
Just so a mother's dream will come true,
Then finally she leaves us happy not blue.