My last wish

I grew up as every other person
there was nothing that showed I was ill
but as I grew up I began to notice I was not alright

I had dreams and plans
had mapped out my life
but all this was never going to be fulfilled by me

soon I realized i had cancer
the news hit me so hard
it left me in a short trance
it had been there unnoticed

it was too late to treat
what will i do ?
how do i plan my life to suit my short life span?

all this thoughts like waves came up to me
each thought of never fulfilling my dreams left me more in despair

knowing my days are short
I have to enjoy all what I can
each day I wake up I know my days
on earth is reducing rapidly

so I write my wish
picking the pen to write my last wish
makes me feel more drowned in my tears
and bathed in sweat

I know I might not see tomorrow
so I write my wish
that when I am laid in my place of final rest
when I close my eyes and fall into that deep sleep of no return

look after my beautiful flowers
never let them turn to brown
for they were the ones that made me happy
for as they grow they will reflect my last work earth