Her tumor is my tumor.
However, hers is of the lung
and mine is of the heart.
For neither of which there is a cure.
Deep inside of me, I feel its hole.
The numbness of time and its growth.
This Cancer's cancer is my cancer
blocking the nerves of my soul.
The worsening condition.
My aunts dire ambitions
are all becoming washed out
with unstoppable time and its growth.
Her tumor is mine
As we all vie for time,
we pray she'll be fine.
Although our love is pure,
sometimes there just is no cure.
RIP Elsie Lily McNiven. I love you and miss you. Forever.
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