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Seeing photo today of a boy with cancer
Tremendous pain on face, looking frail and fragile
Will he survive the day, or march on death's saddle?
Bringing a tear to eye, no kid should have answer

The decline of body in front of painful face
He was wearing pull-up as he couldn't control
The sad reality that his nightmares unroll
That life might be so short, he has a daily pace

Imagine the parent with heart breaking moments
Seeing your son tortured after rounds of chemo
And his spirit leaving, a hallowed bambino

Praying for miracle past the subtle movements
Blessing of improvements in the minor attempts
To find the tunnel's light, to survive these events

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