February 28th;

I sat down and heard her heart slowly beat-
rolling down the hills in a world of thought.

She had a place to rest her head,
but a stubborn nature had the best of her.

I couldn't work up the nerve to wipe her eyes,
and I hoped that her allergies turned and stirred inside.

Just like the pillow under my hand, she was cold-
I knew the trip to her mother's was not a good one.

She snapped at my jest and contested my best-
Good will had no chance with cancer against her.

The End

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