We promised him one more summer
Of picking mushrooms and fishing lakes
He knew all the best places for this
He knew the poisonous from the edible
I wish I had asked him how he could tell
He walked trails till his 87th birthday
Being one with nature and singing to birds
The birds would always answer him
I tried and tried but they wouldn't answer me
I guess I didn't have the right whistle
Grandpa never taught me the right whistle
My lips always buzzed but no whistle
A blue butterfly in a bunch of daffodils
Sealed his fate it seems
For he captured the butterfly
And years later daffodils remind me
As the cancer lies dormant in his bones
And my butterfly garden mourns;
Refusing growth
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Through interviews with Lauren's doctors, along with those of other physicians, researchers, and clinicians who specialize in lung cancer, readers will have a better understanding of the disease.
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