In Honour of Betty Wixon R.I.P
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This poem is about my Grandma's passing. I had had about a week off of school to babysit my baby cousin so my Mum and Aunt could stay at the hospital with their dying mother (she was suffering of a cancerous brain tumour). The next week I was forced to go to school on the Monday, and then that night she died, and I never wanted to return to school again.