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Deirdre Faith

Published on: 23 Nov 2008 by pensivevide

I Know a Girl

 


There is a girl that I know.
She's about 24 years old or so
She's successful, outgoing, and great,
But only about 8 or 9 years ago,
She almost met her fate.
Docters told her she had Relapsing Polychrondritis.
The deadly disease kept calling "come on, come fight us!"
She fought all right,
She "declared war."
She fought for remission until her body was completely sore,
That battle was done,
She won.
But what? Another?
She called her mother.
There was an akward silence of devestation.
She cried out loud because of her situation,
Now Lupus too,
Another fatal disease,
She whispered out loud, "Help...please."
F.Y.I.,
She is still alive,
But she is far away,
She lives by her business,
So that is where she will stay,
The end of this poem is coming near,
Listen well,
Just hear,
I remember a saying the girl always says,
"Live your days to the fullest until your life ends."
Wait! Just one more comment Mistress or Mister,
I want you to know this girl is my sister.


This is a true poem. She lives in Arizona and works for Pepsi. Sadly, she is expected to die within the next 10 years if she does not go back into remission. This poem was published. Do not steal my work, please.

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