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by =SelahDeNoctiluca, Jan 13, 2011, 9:08:31 AM
Community Projects / Awareness / 2010 / Leukemia & Lymphoma

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

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Community Projects / Awareness / 2010 / Leukemia & Lymphoma

A poem I wrote for my mom and her sisters Maria, and Carla, in memory of their sister, Jean. I always wish I could have met my aunt. I wish cancer didn't exist, so something like this didn't have to happen.

A mother shouldn't out live her child.

Parents shouldn't bury their children.

Siblings should have a chance to remember their family.

~DawnDancer11 Nov 14, 2012

That is a beautiful poem.

=SelahDeNoctiluca Nov 14, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wrote it almost two years ago when I was fresh meat. I'd almost forgotten about it.

Thanks!

!MaclaurinExpansion96 Jan 13, 2011

It's very strong, I like it,

=SelahDeNoctiluca Jan 13, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks. ^^

*WhiteFireEclipse Jan 13, 2011 Professional Digital Artist

Amazing poem, girl.

Beautiful!

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