"It's cancer.",whispered the doctor,
And I heard her heart scream,
As though she had known all along,
Of the malignant disease that spread through her veins,
Of the nightmare she had forever dreaded,
Of the day the time would come,
To give up her world and step into another,
That was beyond the reach of her soul.
When we took her home,
She only sat by the window all day,
Watching a dying plant shed its leaves,
Counting the hours passing by,
As day-by-day she got worse,
Crying in pain and sorrow,
Day-by-day each of those leaves fell,
Until there were only three left to see.
But three was a strange number,
For those leaves never really did fall off,
And so was it a lucky number,
For all her horrors began slowly fading,
As those walls of sorrow began to crumble,
Until the pain completely vanished.
And of course,everyone was overjoyed,
For a miracle it truly was!
But she never really did notice,
That those three leaves never fell,
For in place of the dying plant in the window,
Was a beautiful painting of a plant just like the one,
With those three leaves full of warmth and life,
Showing all the love and effort,
That I put into that painting,
To give hope and a happy and long life to her.
A/N I found a very beautiful way to put the message that this poem conveys,and I thought you'd all like it.
The wick of a candle never burns out giving light which enables us to see in the dark.In the same way,it wouldn't hurt us to give a little hope and joy to those who are in sorrow and darkness,would it?You can help them,because by doing so,you don't lose your happiness,but in fact,you feel much better and satisfied with yourself when you do good to someone.
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