We were like sisters

But cousins

Play hockey till we had blisters

Then you lost hair

And not your pride

But the cancer was there

It was gone

Then it returned

And soon it would be done

It would take control

Take your life

Leave you immobile

It would kill the tweety birds

Make me cry every January

And leave you without words

I left the tweety angle on the tree

As a reminder

Of you and me

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