Graceful fingers and wispy hair,
A prayer so soft you almost couldn't hear.
But when she wanted, a voice loud and strong,
That would sing the most beautiful songs.
They gave her a month; she took five years,
And shocked all her peers.
But she wasn't shocked, not one little bit,
And her prayer always was,
Till that minute, that time, that very last day,
God's will be done, his way.
Poem About Death Of An Aunt
Dear Ruby , I am 15 years old and just wanted to send a blessing to you and your family. I have someone in my family who had cancer and could not imagine losing them. All I have to say is...
Ruby
Published: August 2008
Advertisement