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Words Left Unsaid <Beckys--Poems>

	A poem from Steph that I really liked	660 giorni fa
	Flying With The Angels © Gathering around A tiny hospital bed, are the faces of a grieving family watching her fight. The tuneless mechanical beeping that is timing each minute, is hooked up to the sick girl and is in time with her frail heart. She lies still with the tube down her throat, she is too weak to move now, so she just lies, eyes half closed, but she still fights. Unaware of the people in her room she feels so lonely, she asks God why her? Or why anybody at all? Her hollow breathing rebounds off the pristine walls and she knows she is nearing the end, but she refuses to dies alone so she fights harder still. There is a choll in the air and the room gets colder, the bones in her body are ice and the pain is now unbearable. She cries out for her mother, "I cant do it much longer Mummy," "it hurts so much" Her mother rushes to her side and whispers gently, "Its okay Baby, I'm here, Everybody is here." "Mummy" "yeah baby?" "i'm sorry I couldnt be everything you wanted me to be, but I tried..." A tear slipped down her mothers cheek and she spoke hoarsely, "you were everything I ever wanted and more, I'm so proud of you darling" "I think its time to go now Mum, but I'm so scared" "Dont be scared my little angel, you wont hurt much longer." "I love you Mum, I love you so much" "I love you too baby, but its time to give up the fight" The life slips from her grasp, before the sea of people , and the beeping of her life support turned into an endless note, she was finally flying with the angels. As the tears flowed freely from her mothers eyes, the crowd of mourners looked on sympathetically Watching the grieving mother cry for her lost baby
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