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I'll Come From Your Heart

Poetry By: crzyanglcassie14
Poetry



This is a poem about my sister. She passed away two years ago. This was the day I found out that she wouldn't make it. She may not have made it to her tenth b-day either. It was at the hospital right before her early tenth b-day there because we didn't know how long she would make it. I tried my best to write in my sister, Kaitlyn's, point of view. I hope you like it. It was difficult to write. I'd love comments, and reads.


Submitted:Jul 20, 2009    Reads: 87    Comments: 6    Likes: 2   


She sat there looking down

At the hospital covers

Just laying crumpled underneath her

She couldn't cry

But she wouldn't look at their faces

Her family

Her doctors

She knew the faces

The horror stricken faces

The tears building in their eyes

Right before her tenth birthday

Why am I only living ten years

Will I even make it there

I don't want to be in this hospital

I don't want to see these doctors

How I want to be home

Be free from the cancer

That has overtaken me

Taken my life from me

My sister,

My mom and dad

Grammy too

How will they be

When they won't see my face

How will I be

When I will only look down upon theirs.

I know what they're saying

But the words still don't want to be heard again

The treatment has ended

A long time ago

But my sister

She's only just finding out

That I'm going to be gone

In just a few weeks

I see her holding back the tears

I'm fighting mine too

All those years

They just can't be enough

They will never be enough

We'll both wish for more.

I may be dieing

But I'm going to hang on

Hang on till the dead end

Please, my family

Don't let go of my hand

My hand may be cold

But warm it up

Don't let me slip away

Bring my life back

Oh, but I'm going to be happy

I'll be in heaven

I'll see God, and Jesus too

Please let me go now

I have the happy times

To remember

I'll look down on you

And help you through

Don't let me leave your heart

For there my hand is reaching out

Show me about

Take my hand

When you miss me

All you have to do is grab my hand

I'll come out.





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