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I help myself because I know
That You, God are  here and always will be
Watching over and helping my dear ones and me.

I had a mother, father and a son
I cried oceans of tears when I lost them to You
But You gave them the courage
You helped each of them strive
To conquer the battles they faced
When they  were alive.

Today I see
Surrounding me
Friends and loved ones
Losing battles no matter how they try
Illness seizes them
And they don't know why.

My true love, a war hero
In the last years of his life
Tried so hard his health to regain
But there was no way he could conquer
The crippling pain.

Now I face battles every day
And God, You are with me to show me the way.

I work hard writing stories
Warmed by the sunshine of my loved ones' smiles
Happy and healthy, they blossom with life
Blissfully unaware
Of sadness or strife.

With help from God I will follow the paths
Of my precious mother, father and son
And with every ounce of my being, I will try
To live this way  till the day I die.

                                                                                                                                                                                                              May 9, 2013

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