Three Months to Live

"Hello! It's Doctor David, The reports have been delivered"

Opened the envelope; My Mom's hands shivered

"What is it? Let me see... These are my reports, right?"

The paper fell, she dwelled and hugged me very tight

'Cancer diagnosed- Miss Emilie'; I saw on lying paper

My eyes bulged, I felt devastated and my tears cracked free

My final destination; "My death", in front I could see

"My baby! It's nothing... leave it!", my mom kept crying

I could tell from her eyes that she was constantly lying

"Leave me, I'm ok!", I concluded another facet

My trembling gait picked up the paper; that was the only asset

Three months was all I had~ that's what that paper said

I started spending all my days in bed

Fate was playing a game with me, or was it true what I could see?

All my dreams and all my themes were vanishing in those 'months of 3'

My hangouts and the parties; null, my friends called but I would cut

"Emilie, I'm your brother! Let me in...", my door was shut

Gradually, I felt numb and frail, I didn't even want to wail

Inside I continued to pray, "No grave! Please, You can send me to jail"

A month passed and I realized, my life depended on the 'rest two'

In my mirror I could see, my withered face; which wasn't new

That month medicines were my friends, I could feel my ending sense

The fear of 'DEATH' was so intense, marking crosses on dates was dense

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Author's note:

There is a part II to 'Three Months to Live', I promise it will come soon; this time.

Fun fact: I was cleaning my vanity and I saw a lip gloss named 'Emilie', and then suddenly outside my mom was screaming 'Cancel, Cancel', I got the idea of what would Emilie do if she faced cancer. Don't mind me, I can be nosy sometimes.

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