She’s simply there
Just lying there
No words to speak
No eyes that peek
Just there in her bed
The pillow underneath her weak head
Theres not much to do
Theres not much to say
Just a solem silence of tears heard ahead
I wish I was a doctor
I wish I was the King
I wish that I was something that could cure every single Thing
I'm not the angel of death
Nor the angel of the born
Right now we all are angels,
The angels that loudly mourn
Nobody dares to wonder
Nobody dares to ask
Nobody dares to deliver the fufilling yet scary task
The task of letting go of the human we all love most
The human that introduced many to the
Father, Son and Holy Ghost
It's difficult to leave her
But God has kept His plan
He knows what he is doing and we just help out as much as We can
We'll fight untill it's over and when its done they all Will say
The only thing that kept them near was that night and day They prayed

By: Elizabeth A. Torres

05/28/2003