The End Of Her Story

Are you scared of dying?
Should I hold your hand?
Do you need a cup a tea,
or a helping hand to stand?

Are you afraid of crying?
To show that you are scared?
Do you feel like you need to ask
god why,

you feel so unbelievably unprepared?

I have so many questions,
that I don't know how to ask.
I feel like when I am around you
I have to put on a fake mask.

Did you know you look beautiful,
so innocent and pure?
I pray to god each night to send us
down the cure.

I feel like I have so much to tell you,
I just don't know where to begin,
because I know there's an end

and I don't have very thick skin.

I just want to put my arms around you,
and hold you close and tight.
To tell you not to leave me,
walk away from that bright light.

But I know it's your time to leave us,
Deep down I truly know....
You fought so hard, and
you are so tired.

God has sent

an angel down for you.

It's time for you to rest now.
To finally be at peace.
I love you so much, you know?
I just really wanted you to see.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Everyone gets touched by cancer. I was inspired by a relative who fought a hard fight and continued to be such a classy beautiful strong woman, that I am proud to call my family.

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muneer's picture

nice poem

the end of her story

starts that nice poem

to be always remebered

missmaggiejean's picture

Thank you!

Thank you!

allets's picture

There Are Few Words

Describe loss following agony

and death an elusive adversary

languish in empathy

unable to be a comfort

inside the anger.

.

Why is a question for other

answers, none live here,

when beauty is ending here

and the hurt has no

definition.

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Stella L. Crews

03-16-17

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