Athena's p.o.v
Losing hair strands all over the place, life is surely not fair for you. Watching you suffer, it feels as if I don't have any air in my lungs. I want the Lord to ease your pain. Silently, I pray you will get in one more last dance with Father Time. Leukemia is such a bad omen for this cute little baby face smiling back at me. Knocking on heaven's door, even grace needs breathing space sometimes. Misery business describes these endless rounds of chemotherapy. Its now or never to be happy and enjoy life. Angel of the dawn, dance away with my heart today.