She laid in bed so beautiful and sweet,
Crimson lips, lilac eyes, fine linens at her feet.
She often dreamed beyond the windowpane
Longing for the touch of a summer’s rain.
No one said anything when she lost a few pounds
Just looked sympathetically like pathetic hounds.
And no one said anything when her hair turned brittle
And broke off in a whisper, each strand slightly fickle.
Yet, she laid there and smiled at the life she possessed-
Frail smile slightly wavering as the pain ne’er passed her lips.
Her bed became her whole true world, no need to play outside.
The cancer within had ravaged her and countless nights she cried.
But, she would be strong, she convinced herself of Heaven.
Her parents would surely miss her on the day she’d turn eleven.
I’ll never forget the morning I went to visit my usual greeting…
She was gone, yet her light was there, its intensity un-fleeting
