I wrote this poem on behalf of Amy, my very good friend and cousin; who is the speaker of this poem.

Beautiful Little Miracle

Who could possibly understand the –
Pain I fell as I look upon that –
Stone on which is engraved that –
Name I still know so well?

Snapping frost reminds me I am –
Alone as I slowly lick the –
Salt off my dry lips and I –
Remember my beautiful little sister.

No one knew that anything was –
Wrong. One day it just happened.
Why? My baby sister. Oh! Cruel –
Fate. She was only a little girl.

Everything flashed by so lightening –
Fast. Ring. Ring . . . the phone –
Stabbing my thoughts. I still –
Remember my mother’s quiet voice . . .

She lived awhile longer. How I –
Prayed! How I prayed she would be –
Alright! She came home on my –
Birthday. I remember those tears of joy.

It never got better though. It only got –
Worse. All night long I would weep, “Please –
Save my beautiful little baby sister!”
The cancer only got worse.

I searched everywhere, anywhere for –
Comfort, but there was only one –
Place that gave me peace. At the –
Source of my pain, my sorrow.

Through everything she endured, the –
Pain, the sorrow, the tears. The –
Bravest person I have ever known, my –
Beautiful little baby sister.

All I had to do was look in those –
Eyes so small and then I knew –
Joy and peace and comfort –
Shining as the sun’s rays upon winter.

Despite what the doctors said she –
Lived much longer than anyone’s best –
Hopes. But she is no longer here –
My beautiful little baby sister.

Stopping my thoughts like a –
Knife to my back, I raise my –
Hand to block the sun’s rays that –
Pierced the clouds and blinded me.

Now I look at the sun in all its –
Majesty and remember those eyes . . .
She is with her Father, and I will –
Never forget that beautiful little miracle.