She was 14 when she was taken away
Her youngest sister being only half her age,
She wouldn't remember her smiling face
It was only five days after her father's birthday
The day three girls lost a sister
A mother out lived her second daughter
A father was plunged in grief and mourning
Family would wonder who she was
She was just another lost victim of a chronic problem
Another young child who never really lived
How many more lives will this dreaded disease claim?
Will what killed this young girl ever meet its own demise?
Today I write, to cure Leukemia
The disease they stole my aunt from me
Before we could ever meet.
Jean Ross Wirth
March 12, 1954 July 25, 1968