She’s seventeen years old, so full of life
At night she plans and dreams
She’s going to be an engineer someday
And teach the Sunday School
Her dad works hard at his job all day
And they get by just fine
When the dishes are done she goes upstairs
To sing her baby sister a lullaby.
Next week after school she sings a song
Her boyfriend is taking her out
But the evening ends before it begins
As she collapses and is carried away
She wonders what has happened
And what are these machines for
Through the wires and tubes she holds Mama’s hand
And tries not to cry too hard.
At night she plans and dreams
She’s going to be an engineer someday
And teach the Sunday School
Her dad works hard at his job all day
And they get by just fine
When the dishes are done she goes upstairs
To sing her baby sister a lullaby.
Next week after school she sings a song
Her boyfriend is taking her out
But the evening ends before it begins
As she collapses and is carried away
She wonders what has happened
And what are these machines for
Through the wires and tubes she holds Mama’s hand
And tries not to cry too hard.
Six months later she lies in bed
Chemo has left her too weak
She clutches her teddy bear in her arms
Gotta make it through the day
Dad sits by her side and holds her hand
"I love you Daddy," she says
"When Aunt Kelly comes tomorrow should I put my bear away?
After all I'm seventeen"
He holds her and sobs and sends up a prayer
Lord give us a few more days -
You're never too old for teddy bears,
Only too young to die
2 comments:
Your blog looked lonely so I thought I would comment. When I read the poem I almost cried. It is very good. Who wrote it?
~Ellentia
It was very lonely. Somehow I can never bring myself to write the first comment though. I wrote the poem, which is usually the case unless otherwise attributed.
~JCP
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