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Nov 2014
I walk up the stairs so slow and afraid

This is not the place I used to know

Not the way I remember

I expect to see your smiling face
waiting for me to take your hand
and bring you to that place

You tried to tell me that your work here was done
I smiled at you and told you how silly you were to think the cancer won

You were so strong
so nonchalant
I hope you know you'll always have a special place in my heart

When I got that call that day, I swear my heart stopped
your daughter loves you more than life itself
I only wish I could've helped
Taken her pain away
All I can do is be there for her
Life is short, we say this all the time
make sure you love yours before you run out of time.
R.I.P. Victor Ponte
A poem I wrote for my hospice patient when he passed
Amy Blanchette
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Amy Blanchette  41/F/Massachusetts
(41/F/Massachusetts)   
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