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Kymberly Berson Poem
You ended your life;
It’s just not fair.
What about me?
You left me here.
They let me see you;
One last time,
Connected to tubes,
And a life support line.
I told you I loved you,
I kissed you good-bye.
I begged you to fight;
You chose to die.
I wish you spoke on your final call;
I heard you breathing, and that was all.
You should have fought;
You should have tried.
They pulled the plug ,
And you just died.
Daddy couldn’t bare to say good-bye;
How do you watch your child die?
So many times you caused him pain;
He never left you alone in shame.
Was life so bad you had to die?
Why couldn’t you fight? Why couldn’t you try?
I wonder how you’d be today?
I’ll never know since you went away.
We have a nephew he shares your name;
I pray he doesn’t share your pain.
What do we tell him, about you?
The uncle who couldn’t see life through.
You should be here to watch him grow;
Know you’re the uncle he’ll never know.
You had so much love left to give;
Why couldn’t you fight? Why couldn’t you live.
Your life wasn’t easy, or even fair;
Why couldn’t you fight?
Why couldn’t you care?
I wonder how I’d be today;
If you didn’t die that April day?
Copyright © Kymberly Berson | Year Posted 2006
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Kymberly Berson Poem
Imagine if your child was terminally ill,
Do you think you could cope?
Would you have the will?
Imagine if you knew that she would die.
Would you have the strength to say Good-bye?
Your other children they love her so,
How will you help them let her go?
New procedures, experimental test,
You would only want what was best?
This little girl so innocent and pure,
Would you wonder what God did this for?
You must believe his purpose is true,
There’s a reason for everything he puts us through.
Your feelings will change from day to day,
You may even feel you don’t want to pray.
She was given to you to cherish and love,
You’ll always have memories to smile of.
Embrace each moment every day,
Don’t let a memory sneak away.
Remember that God will be right there,
The pain in your heart he will share.
Copyright © Kymberly Berson | Year Posted 2006
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Kymberly Berson Poem
Come visit my grave.” Is what she said,
To little to have these thoughts in her head.
She’s only a baby she’s eight years old,
Through her, her mothers story will be told.
“let’s move away and start a new life.”
“Maybe my boyfriend will leave his wife.”
Every night drink after drink,
Her mind so clouded she couldn’t even think.
Her little girl so innocent and pure,
Left with no choice but to quickly mature.
The roles some how became reversed,
Night after night it seemed rehearsed.
Pick her up and bring her home,
Pour some wine and leave her alone.
One glass ALWAYS led to two,
Until she didn’t know what to do.
She only four then five then six,
Because of you she learned new tricks.
She learned to cry at nothing at all,
To avoid hearing you make that call.
She learned to say that she felt sick,
Couldn’t you see it was only a trick?
“Your fathers no good I need so money.”
“Don’t look at me like I said something funny.”
“Your to little to understand, But your Uncle
now is my new man.”
“The time has come for us to move home,
Baby I love you but I need time alone.”
“You’ll go live with Daddy and you’ll start school,
Even though I told you ….he was a fool.”
“When things don’t work out with my new man,
I’ll come get you I’ll have a plan.”
A little girl so lost and confused
Her little heart has been badly bruised.
“Come visit my grave” is what she said,
Her tiny heart left hanging by a thread.
Copyright © Kymberly Berson | Year Posted 2006
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