Wednesday, July 20, 2011

for Kristen



There once was a little girl
who had a little curl
right in the center of her forehead.
And on her left arm
where it ought not belong
a huge lump surfaced instead.
Firm and big it grew
and as it grew
the terrible sinking fear of her family did too.
The doctors news they anxiously claimed
and in horror realized the lump
had a name.
Rhabdomyosarcoma was its nomenclature
A very big word for one so small in stature.
Chemotherapy seemed the way to go
But how well it would work they simply did not know.
Days and weeks and months eventually passed
and she grew tired of tile and steal and glass.
She grew tired of doctors and nurses; of IVs and needles
and things that go 'bip' in the night.
But mainly it was the other sick children
Who never came back when they left her sight
that worried her and gave her the most freight.
She herself became thin and pale and weak
her eyes were sunken and she was hallow of cheek.
Then sadly her beautiful curls fell out in piles-
The finale mark of a cancer child.
Unlike her counterparts who were
healthy and carefree.
She went through so much
for a child of only three.

(Shannon Marie and Kristen Michelle)

Death by Cancer or Death by Chemo-
What a hell of a thing to have to choose.
But when you hold your dying child in your arms
You know you have nothing else to loose.
But her mother in one last desperate plea
Had them remove every tube, every needle, every IV.
Though the doctors strongly disapproved
She did it anyway.
And because she did
You turned twenty today.
Happy Birthday Kristen Michelle.
I love you.


(Alicia Danielle, Shannon Marie and Kristen Michelle)



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