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My Child

No one knew the pain she had
Or how hard she had to fight.
     No one knew she had cancer
     And she dreaded sleeping at night.
She’d hope she’d see morning
She smiles when she sees sunlight.
     She's happy for the time being
     Until day turns into night.
This night in particular
August thirty-first
     She had this ongoing feeling
     That tonight would be the worst.
She ignored all the tears
And covered up the pain.
     She looked out the window
     To find lighting along with rain.
There was something about this night
That she couldn’t even bare.
     She had a feeling morning would never come
     Only darkness would be there.
It’s ten o’clock p.m.
She’s praying she’ll awake
    But sadly shortly after
    She took the last breath she could take.
“Where am I?” she asked
In a voice sounding so broken.
     She knew she was at her end
     And all her words now on earth unspoken.
An angel replied “Child you’re in heaven
The best place you can be.
     You’re now able to do anything
     My child you are free."
The little girl still argues
“I can’t go on! Not here not now. 
     I want to be back on Earth
     Can you get me there some how?
And what about my family!
They will all be so sad! 
     Will I have to watch them cry?
     And see mom break down with dad?"
“Now, now my child” the angel said.
“They will be sad I must say
     But remember they will be here soon
     Even if its not today.
So child please calm down
Everything will be alright.
Just take my hand
And hold it tight.”

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  1. Date: 5/1/2010 3:51:00 PM
    Sad and deep, unleashes alot of emotions, well written, good flow, such sad message, hits close to home in many ways.Judy riley