It was like this bed had chains.
Everyday getting tighter.
"Mommy, why can't I fly?"
Looking into my little girls pretty brown eyes.
"Don't worry about that right now, you just worry about getting by.."
Why didn't my chains have a lock? like others.
"Mommy.. why don't my wings work?"
Looking at her thin body.. her beautiful little head wrapped in a little hat.. as to contain something..
"Sweetie, who said your wings Don't work?Don't listen to them, they are just a jerk!"
Holding her head in her hands.
"Mommy.. what if I never make it off the ground?"
A sad mother, only wanting to help her precious everything.. "Honey.. I promise one day you'll be flying around.."
Detonia, hands running onto her hairless head.
"Mommy.. are my lights dimming?"
Looking back into those beautiful piercing eyes.
"I can't say.. but you just keep on shimmering."
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Wings
PoetryThis is about a little girl named.. Detonia, That was diagnosed with stage 3 brain cancer.. you will be able to be with her journey.
