by Geneva B. C.

Created on: July 30, 2008

Blank and quiet,
My mind at rest,
My eyes fall shut,
And the beat of my heart,
Goes numb in my chest.

And then a scream,
Quiet at first,
Bubbles up from my throat,
And comes out in a burst.

My mom starts to cry,
And my dad holds her close,
I start to say:

It's okay,
I'm alright,
But then I choke,
And stumble with fright.

The sound of sirens,
A bright white light,
The voice of my mother,
"Will she be alright?"

Then someone pulls a sheet,
Up over my head,
I wanted to say,
Hey not me,
I'm still here,
I'm not dead!

I can hear the doctor,
"I'm sorry, she's gone."

Then my father cries,
My sisters scream,
And I think to myself,
Could this just be a dream?

But I can smell the dirt,
And hear the sobs.

The flowers are fresh,
There's a casserole feast,
And a solemn voice,

"May she rest in peace."

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