Michaela+Scampoli

**Coming Together**

Our darkest times were your darkest days, Our fear hurt us in so many ways. You fell victim all too fast, You told us to make the summer last.

The day we sat around the table, You told us you were no longer able, To be the mother you always were, For sickness would make future days a blur.

A strong brother had broken apart, Your disease had pierced a father's heart. The littlest one, not understanding, And the oldest was left barely standing. The middle child stared at her mother, Wondering why it was not some other.

The year to come would change these people, Faith turned them each Sunday facing a steeple. Praying for you to be healthy once more, This family came alive more than ever before.

Your illness changed them, And made them see, Just how important family can be.

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