ON TRACK TO AP & HONORS COURSES (VIA THE IMAGINATION) !!

ON TRACK TO AP & HONORS COURSES (VIA THE IMAGINATION) !!

Saturday, March 24, 2007

The last visit By Neha, age 12

She laughs like streams
And smells like gardens,
Her eyes… they never harden.
When she cries,It feels so soft
When she laughsI hear bells.
It just happened so fast.
Disappeared too soon.
A hospital smell,
Swallowing tears
Sweating palms
And
Leaving
Running
Away from all hope
And sanctuary
Thinking, hoping
Love and care
Stroking hair
Worried looks
And tired eyes
Pleading to Him…It always works
Except for now
Now when all seems lost
And cold and baren
Harsh and cruel
Don’t say you know how I feel
You don’t
Seeing her in so much pain
Makes me want to take her hand
Soft like wool and tough like hide
Hold it tight and
Pull her out of bed
Tell her how much I love her and…let go.
Maybe this was meant to happen
Don’t know whyI wish it was over
She’s disappeared
And now she’s reappearing.