Seven is too young to die…
You were too little to be so sick.
I watched you lying in a tent,
Helpless
Nothing to give you
Only hugs.
Band-Aids didn’t work anymore
Round face, sad eyes
Pain that could be seen through
The plastic that helped you breathe.
Seven is too young to die…
So little in size, big in spirit
Hospital food, ordinary, boring…
Would sneak you burritos in my purse.
Even without hair
With marks on your head
Your were the most beautiful boy
I’ve ever known
So brave till the end.
Seven is too young to die…
Your parents stopped coming
There were other little ones to care for.
You would have been twenty-eight this year.
Could have gone to your graduation
Or sat in the front row at your wedding.
We shared a lifetime, you and I
In two short years.
Your face will live beside my heart
We will meet again
Seven is too young to die…
And twenty-one years
Is a long time, to wait to cry…
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