Note: An ode...kinda, from my cousin's friends to her. She doesn't know how many people she is loved by, and I know because I have friends in her school. So, I gathered them and had them write nice things about her and I put them into poem form. She is battling with a mix of Anorexia and Bulemia, as well as anxiety. I hope she gets to read this. I may add more as soon as I get the other parts.
(Part One: Your "Sister")
I know you don't feel good,
and I know you don't think
you are good enough.
You're good enough for me,
because you accept me for me
and I accept you for you.
Why can't you see what you're doing?
It's killing me as well.
I love you so much "sister",
can't you see how beautiful you are?
It's so hard to watch you be
so tired and weak.
(Part Two: First Kiss)
We have known eachother since
we were both in diapers.
You were my "first kiss"
and I was yours.
We were five,
and inseperable.
I've never known the girl you are today.
So sad and so quiet.
You won't eat the candy
I give you,
or indulge in the sweets
my sister makes.
You used to love food,
and you could get by
with eating a lot.
Now you won't touch
a single morsel.
Why don't you look in the mirror,
and see you're beautiful?
(Part Three: Your Brothers)
We love you so much.
You are our rock
and our hero.
Why can't you pick yourself up
without knocking yourself down?
Open your eyes,
you're gorgeous as you are.
Hay-Hay, sissy, we need you.
(Part Four: The Quiet Girl)
You helped me through middle school,
and I never thought I'd ever
have one friend.
You turned out to be a great person,
I don't know why
I was so scared.
Now you're so quiet,
and you don't talk a lot.
We used to laugh
and get shushed by librarians.
Do you remember Victorian Christmas?
The snow falling softly on
your red hair,
your Victorian dress leaving
a trail in the snow.
You are beautiful,
and don't let anyone else say otherwise.
I know you're in pain,
but I'm praying for you.
(Part Five: The Lonely Fish)
I was so scared,
it was a new school.
No one,
not even teachers,
acknowledged me.
Then one day you said 'hi',
and I felt better.
Someone knew I existed,
someone knew I was there.
So I sat with you at lunch,
you were easy to spot.
Always so kind,
smiling,
and that red hair!
Then the smile faded,
and you became cold.
You stopped eating,
no matter how hard I tried.
You're beautiful,
and you have helped so many people.
Please!
Open your blue-gray eyes
and look in the mirror.
Know what I see?
A beautiful girl.
