In life, I met a girl so strong, brave and true,
Within four walls, she battled a constant cue.
Surviving, not living, she faced a relentless strife,
Moremi, a young soul navigating through life.
Born in Nigeria’s west, in Africa’s embrace,
Her memory lingers, my heart’s sacred space.
I try to divert my thoughts, but I can’t deny,
Her innocent gaze, a plea in each dark eye.
Her mind puzzled, imagining the world outside,
Yet, hope waned, like a fading tide.
She fought against sickness, a brave young soul,
Yet, it fought harder, taking its toll.
A 12-year-old warrior, courage in her stare,
Yet, sickness, a ruthless terror in the air.
Determined to live, dreams she’d conceive,
But sickness threatened, luring dreams to grieve.
Docs and teams fought, her heartbeat’s descent,
Body systems failing, a despairing lament.
Yet, she’d jolt back, gasping for air,
Mother’s dripping tears, a father’s silent prayer.
Wishing for release, from the hands that tried,
From loved ones’ grasp, in pain, she’d hide.
Drowning in the pit where life began,
Her tears echoed, a heart-wrenching plan.
Today, we lay her down in the earth’s embrace,
Cancer claims victory, a bitter taste.
To those fighting, courage to you I send,
May your stories not meet this tragic end.
Lost a girl, lost a niece, grief in the wind,
Adieu, Moremi, where memories begin.
This post was written and submitted by Golden Kelvins. The article reflects the views of Kelvins and not of CURE®. This is also not supposed to be intended as medical advice.
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