A Legacy of Love by

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Sep 25

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By Lily Shadid

A Legacy of Love
by Lily Shadid
(Age: 15 years)

Crawling up the stairs, I see a man I love dearly, Being eaten away, suffering so severely.

I look for hope in my mother's eyes: they have gone black, I'm left to turn to myself, which stabs me in the back. The sound of his cry; a family of pain.

God, why must a good man be condemned in vain?

I run to his arms, yet don't hug him too hard,
For the slightest act of love could leave him crippled.
He whimpers as he apologizes for being ill, I hear him say to my sister, "It is all in God's will." I run to my room, rest my head, feeling all but bereft, Scared to be awoken with news of just one parent left.

Parts of him left in a body that is no longer his, I pray the illness stays away from these final traces.

I beg him, "Stay," as his raspy voice mentions a light,
"I see it now. I can't explain. I'm done with the fight."
I watch his face turn gray, and feel his body go cold, How could this be? He was only 49 years old.

His spirit still present, only his face I don't see, My heart mourns his loss as I carry his legacy.

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