Brave Child

With her arms and eyes wide open
she took my hands and
looked up to the stars
pointing the road she'd go
within a month or so

Her pretty eyes were sparkling blue
speaking of a life
she never knew
but still no tears they'd show
not even within a month or so

Her soft little hands were holding mine
and her fingers were
with mine entwined
it would be really tough to let go
within a month or so

Oh what a brave child she was
deserving a lot better
than this chaos
she wouldn't be scared of mr death's row
within a month or so

How I'd have loved to keep us together
to share our lifes and dreams
but she told me the strength to gather
that I needed to let her go
So that's what I did, after a month or so...

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This poem is about a young little girl that is dying because she has cancer. I've never had the bad luck of going through it, but the poem made me feel like I knew the girl in it.