Leukaemia

• Courtney Mckerihan, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2011

My names Lucy and I am 5
I stand by my sister’s side
The heart rate monitor keeps that
steady beat
But she can’t even get on her feet
Her weary head lays to rest
As our mum cries softly on her chest
I guess she’s not really scared of what’s ahead
She hears the doctor’s words she will soon be dead
It’s breaking down her body one by one
But she still lies there knowing that it’s won
I guess now she understand what’s killing her
It’s that word that’s word called
leukaemia