Kiss me for the last time
Before I have to let go
Of these trembling lavender hands.
Let me caress your cold forehead
Before time takes you away from me.
Please smile the final time
Before your eyes close,
Before the lights dim,
Before the golden mirage disappears
And your blue eyes depart.
Before the rosy cheeks evanesce,
And all I’m left with is the heat of another.

Let me tell you I love you,
Sing you this lullaby,
This lament,
This dirge,
Before breath escapes your lungs,
And eludes your mind entirely.




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Wrote for my brother on August 21st, which would have been his 16th birthday.
He died on October 12th.

My brother had... A lot of 'problems.' He had leukemia, relapsed, then it was gone for a long time. He was mentally retarded and couldn't do anything for himself. He couldn't talk or walk or anything.
One night he stopped breathing at around 10pm. I had just crawled into bed, the top bunk, and my sister had already been asleep. My mom started calling for me, so I ran out as fast as I could. She told me to call 911, that my brother had stopped breathing. My sister had just taken a course in CPR so she helped.
The ambulance never gets there fast enough. Doesn't that seem to happen all the time?

The next day he was in a coma. I don't even know if he heard me, my sister, my mom, my dad. I don't know if he felt us. But I think he did.

After we turned the respiratory machine off, I remember my sister's voice singing high above everything, singing to him. "Amazing Grace."

The nurse held his hand while he died, while his body gasped for air, while he shuddered and jolted and had uncontrollable spasms. She handed it to me, telling me he was still warm while his glazed over eyes stared up at the ceiling, while my mom was sobbing, while my sister convulsed and felt the nausea almost take over her body.

--Why does it seem that... The people we hold the dearest, that are the best people in the world... Why do they seem to be taken away at the youngest ages?

It's not fair.