The Last Round

No matter what happens, continue to fight

As the pain moans upon the family
The father of positivity has receive a angel
Not any angel valued by wings
But by heart
The fighter inside of her was like fire to a oven
Instead it never turned off
Blinded by no obstacles nor evil
Climbed her last step to the best of her ability
Sickness isn't no more worries to her
But a worry to others surrounded by cold hospitals and machines
The daylight shines to a family hung over by evil
In hopes to change ways before death is looking around once more
She will be remembered in our hearts and memories
As each year pasts
From Night to Day
We as a people, we should look into the future as if she was still our fighter
Not the past or present
Because we can't ask tomorrow what isn't promised
So to the fighter who beat all odds
Your message is received in actions
Not words

- R.I.P Ellen Deshell Long (1985-2018)