Angel

By: Lauren

Hands so frail

Skin so thin

A breath so soft

Snowy white hair

Gentle eyelashes

Grace sleeping eyes

Quiet, quiet sleeping

Dreaming of a place devoid of pain

Please wake up, my angel

Though you sleep right now

Soon, open up your blue eyes

Curve your lips up and laugh

Tell me this is all a trick

Some elaborate practical joke

There is no such thing as cancer,

No sickness nor death

Awaken, sweet angel

It is not your time to go

I want you to watch me grow

To hold my children in your tender arms

Awaken please,

Don’t become my angel yet…