Pray for her

She was brittle and weak,
And could barely walk on her own feet.

She would talk in a whisper,
And felt cold when you kissed her.

She wore a red hat on her head,
And took it off when it was time for bed.

We all remember the times when she'd giggle and smile,
She had enough love to give, it'd go on for miles.

But now the times have seemed to change,
And we only have cigarettes to blame.

What if the government made them illegal,
There would be thousands of people saved, it would be unbelievable.

Maybe my aunt wouldn't have suffered from cancer,
And then maybe God can still save her.