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Fight
Was the last thing that I ever said to her.
Oh my God I was terribly mistaken.
When she said that she wanted to go home,
I thought she meant Heaven.
It didn’t occur to me
That she wanted to go to our home,
Find a career, get married, raise a family
And live happily ever after.
The things that every twenty-seven year old girl dreams of.
Fight
Was the last thing that I ever said to her.
She fought longer than three, three-minute rounds
She fought twenty-four hours a day
Three hundred sixty five days a year
Her prize meant more to her than a title
A ranking
Or a medal
Her prize was one extra day of her life.
Fight
Was the last thing that I ever said to her.
Then she closed her eyes and she died.
Rob Rohde
2006
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