I'm sorry about this poem.
It was written in 5 minutes whilst me, my mum, my sister, and my brother were sitting in the dining room in tears.
I can't believe the bravest woman i have ever known is gone forever.
This is where our story ends-
6:00 on a sunny Tuesday evening.
Your last breath; the power to move the clouds.
The sun burst through the grey sky -
If only I had been there to say goodbye.
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If I could have had just 10 more minutes with you
I would have told you just how perfect you were
I'd thank you for letting me sleep on the sofa with you
When i was afraid of the dark.
I tell myself to be strong -
but I could neve