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May 12
I'm almost to my middle 60's
Glad I'm past ten years of 50's

Wondering if my only one sibling
Has a thought or of me, is missing

I think of her quite often
Because I wish she'd soften

Father has passed, don't know what cause of death was
Mother may have too, and will never know the cause

My sister is to inherit our parents huge Florida house
Parents always would resort to treat me like a louse

My daughter and I , who are in pain and very ill
Wonder if any family memories of us are still

I had a stroke and I'm usually always in much pain
My daughter has an inoperable tumor in her brain

I try to make the best of all things
Each day I like to do some writings

In of her closet a library she is creating
Ordering new books that she is awaiting

I wonder if this is all our lives were meant to be
Our daily events seem to have few moments of glee

My daughter has been sick most of her life with a thing or another
No one came to see her, not aunt once not even her grandmother

For some reason my parents did not like me
Of me, they alwaysΒ wanted to be quite free

Parents always made me feel that others were more worthy
To impress them with things, I often did things in a hurry

I spend my days writing poetry and doing genealogy
While my daughter spends all hers in daily radiology

Time to smile and get on with rest of life
Without always feeling I'm under strife

Things for us could always be much worse
At least for now we don't need a live-in nurse.


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