Such A Small Casket

Such a small casket, we lay in the dirt,

For worms and moles and beetles to hurt.

Such a small casket can make grown men cry,

And such a small casket makes her mother want to die.

From the prognosis, we knew that in the end she would go,

But when we talked eye-to-eye, I could never tell her so.

The doctors, they tried, I know that they did,

But why couldn’t they save such a pure, innocent kid?

Now my sister is gone, she was only five,

And, oh, how I wish that she were still alive.

I remember when she nearly counted the stars,

She got all the way to eighty-ten, and in the darkness, she had no more scars.

Though the battle was short, it was extremely intense,

But now, at her funeral, I pay recompense,

For all the times that I was not a loving brother,

A child so forgiving, there will never be another.

Cancer’s the devil, this I have concluded,

For what else could kill a five-year-old girl, whose thoughts weren’t polluted?

In fact, she even still knew, stupid’s the s-word.

Such a sweet voice, thousands will never have heard.

“I love you, I love you,” I wish I could go back and say,

On the day when her eyes closed, and in death did she lay.

But now it’s too late, so I must really try,

To get to heaven to see her, and tell her what I meant at the hospital when all I did was cry.

Dedicated to anyone who has lost someone they love to cancer