Just A Little Poem I Wrote When I Was Ten!! (This Is From The Original Copy, No Alterations Have Been Made'

• Harmony Collins
• Poetry
• 2011

There is hope upon each girl and boy,
But not everyone is able to fulfil this joy,
For not everyone is born quite right,
The things that can happen may give you a fright,
I had a little friend who was one of those, That barely made it to the day she could dance on her toes, I can remember the day and remember it well, Her life was far worse, than imagined in hell,
I think of the days when we would cry, As we would watch her last days, last moments go by, The doctor’s would tell me two days, two months, maybe two years, Until she would die, it drove me to tears, This little youngster had a beautiful name, Both our golden locks exactly the same, We all knew she was going to die very soon, As we watched the stars and sang to the moon, I was young and did not understand,
But I’d still sit beside her and hold her hand, Yes Cancer is what she had, All the stories of people dying made me so sad,
I wish I could see that cute little smile,
She wouldn't live to the day her father could walk her down the aisle,
That cancer was a growing, killing machine,
Growing inside til it wiped her out clean,
I remember her last day, the ambulance came as soon as they could,
'Mummy I thought she was cured, you told me she'd make it. You told me she would,'
One moment we were having fun playing dolls on the bed,
Next moment she was lying on the floor, looking quite dead,
We went to the hospital, I asked what was wrong,
They told me she didn't make it, that battle she'd been fighting for soo very long,
I cried and cried, I didn't know what to say,
I cried and cried on that very long day,
Now she spends her days up in heaven,
Dining with God at half past seven,
I pray every morning, I pray every night,
For her happiness in heaven, it only seems right,
We buried her in a nice cemetry, what could have been better?
The funeral was sad, I wrote her a letter,
It was buried inside with her, deep down in the grave,
With all the memories and love that she could now save,
But that was a very long time ago,
Our thoughts and memories still filled with woe,
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