Blessed Curses

(10/17 / Augusta)

I lived


In the days
When I come
Face to face
With death
Remember to stay strong
For me,

Even when I cannot
Stay strong for myself,

In the days
When maybe for the first time
You see me cry
My last tears
Remember to hold my hand,

On that day
When my eyes close
And I began to exhale
My last breath
Remember everything
I have taught you
And how much I have
Always loved you,

And please in this time
Try not to let my death
Bring you down to your knees,

Because in that time
When I come to live
No more
I want you to live
Live,
And live on for me
Hold your head high
And carry on
Be strong for me.

Submitted: Friday, June 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 14, 2013
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