It hurts

My smiles are gone and so are you.
My tears come out, nothing better to do.
I pray all night that you'll be okay.
"Let her be strong" is all i can say.
Your cute little smile, your cute little walk.
The way that you laugh the way that you talk.
The way you say " It hurts i wanna go home."
It tares my heart open, your really gone.
It hurts when i see you there, in your hospital bed.
"It hurts!! I don't feel well."
Thats all that you said.
Your too young for these problems.
Your only 3 years old.
Your lying there alone.
first boiling hot, then freezing cold.
With tubes in your arms, and tears on your cheeks.
Your all alone, and your crying "Why me?"
So while you are gone.
Everything will be okay.
I love you cutie.
I love you more with each passing
day.

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This poem is dedicated to my niece lily! She is 3 years old, and has a life threatening illness... But i know she'll make ... she has too!!