My Momma

My momma named me Kacie.
Born August of '88.
Three weeks early but..
Momma says better early than late.

Five pounds 12 ounces.
I was rather small.
Momma says size doesn't matter
I'd grow up big and tall.

Big brother Jarred
was barely six years old.
But his little sister
he couldn't wait to hold.

Momma and daddy thought they had it all.
Or at least they wouldn't complain.
Momma would say, "Oh, we're doing just fine."
But that phone... it ALWAYS rang.

Two happy children,
Momma had been blessed.
She always had a smile.
Never showed no stress.

But when I was six weeks old,
Momma knew something wasn't right.
I wouldn't eat ; I wouldn't sleep.
I cried all through the night.

Ear infection after ear infection
And fevers that wouldn't break.
Momma listened to the doctor
who was making a mistake.

Time passes quickly by
But I don't get much better.
Momma says we just pray,
but it only seems to upset her.

Now its August '95.
I just turned seven.
Momma looks up to the sky,
And whispers, "She's not ready for Heaven."

It was late, I was cold.
Everyone was crying.
I was taken in for surgery,
not knowing I was dying.

*This is just the beginning of a true story of my life. There's more to come. Let me know what you think so far. :)