Poems-simple as that-poems

My 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 going to die..) Which would total up to probably 3 times a month plus when she was sick which made it everyday if she didn't stay at the Riley's children’s hospital in Indianapolis. I had never went to a doctors appointment where they told my mom Hannah may die. Hannah's last appointment I was there. I heard the words. And watched my 72 year old male pediatrician, which I’ve attended to since 3 years old, cry like a baby to my mother. His voice cracked and his eyes looked horrifyingly pained as he says, "Now mom, as I have said millions of times, our little angel might die." I wouldn't let my self-break down till we where on the way home and my mother and I where talking about it and I cried from French Lick to the house. Hannah was a happy child even when in pain she smiled. I remember every time she'd hear me cry she'd begin crying too. But when our little brother would cry she'd laugh and laugh and laugh. The picture to this poem is a picture of Hannah before she got sick long before she got real sick.! Hope everyone enjoys!