When I was thinking about my friend last night I wrote a poem for her.
We saw you slip away as the cancer took it’s course,
And helplessly watched the vibrant girl we knew melt away.
Many tears we shed, and many nights we prayed,
Yet nothing could save you; the hand you got had been played.
The pain we all felt was enough to make one mad-
But the grief we endured kept us only sad.
A year it has been, and it is just as hard each day.
Though we know over time it will get better, it won’t always hurt this way.
God knew it was your time to go, although we begged him to let you stay;
But he replied to only say, “I can’t let her live this way.”
We realize it’s selfish to miss you, but all those nights we still cried;
For if love could have saved you, you never would have died.
