My Sister.
In memory of Hannah Lauren Brace.
July second 1999 through July seventh 2010.
Once a youthful child, alive and well,
Now a child lying sickly on a bed,
Dieing,
Days pass, pain fills the atmosphere.
Weeks pass, the family bond of five people,
Slowly becomes a depressing bond of four.
Tears stream, why? Why her? Why?
My mind youthful, childish,
I don’t understand.
I know I’ll grow, I will learn, but why?
Why not learn now, grow now?
I will forgive those who deserve forgiveness.
I will pled for guilt free mercy.
And try to stand tall.
As my head is hanging on my shoulders,
Now, it will rise high by the time my pains banish,
From this broken heart.
This rose, a daisy, too,
Are here to comfort the grieving.
Lilacs, lilies, and carnations, these flowers sit,
Comfortable on this gray carpet.
Fancy vases and all.
The smell over whelms my nose and my mind.
The people come in multiples, never only one.
They pat my back, they hug me, tell me it will be ok.
Why? What will be ok? Am I crying? Why?
My mind becomes clear.
From a numbing fog.
My daze of stability disappears.
A casket, a child, why?
Eleven years.
Seven months.
Second day was a happy day.
Then, the seventh day was the last day.
Seven minus two equals five, once five bonds.
Two plus five bonds equals seven.
seven, two, five, eleven, TWENTY-SEVEN!
These numbers, their reassurances.
But why? I will never understand.
Birthdays, deaths.
Starting life, ending life.
But one thing I do understand,
A youthful life stolen from a child’s grip.
But a youthful child who once was in pain through out eleven years,
Now plays in heave with others,
When once she could only sit in a chair and watch.
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Poems-simple as that-poems
PoesíaMy sister lived 11 years of life. The doctors,thankfully they never spared our emotions and told the family she wouldn't make it every doctors appointment Hannah went to.(I think that helped me cope the most, being told over and over that she was go...
