Dawning Creations

Hero

Staying in this place,

remaining here in this place of purple protection

hiding, running from the truth.

It’s been years and now

I am realizing how much I deeply regret not getting to

really know who you are.

Amazing person

a shining light of inspiration to so many

I wish that I could have held your shrinking hand

it seems so unfair that sunlight soon

will not greet you with the morning’s dawn

even with this grim news ever-present

in my heart I know that you’ll be someplace better.

a caterpillar with grown wings, taking flight

Still I am saddened

for I know that you’re currently suffering…

can you forgive me for not being courageous enough

to send this little memo to you?

I keep on running from the facts

from the truth that you will be departing this world soon

it’s not that I don’t care

or even that I am ignoring you

so much has happened and so much has bloomed

in the passing years that miracles seemed possible.

I am still hanging by the thinnest of threads.

I don’t want to believe the facts lain before us.

Empirical data haunts my every membrane.

It reflects damaging news.

Yet your spirit still strong and remaining peaceful and not angered.

How do you keep such a calm composure?

How are you not quivering within your very skin?

Brave little soldier.

We can all take down your lessons, you’re strength.

Not a day goes by without me thinking you

and appreciating all the lessons, you, the child

have taught me…..

This poem was written in dedication to my little cousin Xander who has passed away this Year March 7th 2012. He had small round cell desmoplastic tumors that were malignant and eventually became too much for his little body to fight. He suffered with this cancer for 2 years. He went to Heaven before his 12th birthday. Xander taught me numerous important life lessons: laugh a lot, enjoy your health, spend time with your family and friends while you can and always be true to yourself. GOD wants us to be happy. Sometimes people pass to teach us a lesson. He did this gracefully and fought hard to keep a smile on his face. If could smile through the pain, why can’t I?