DYING

When you set the table, my plate will be on the shelf.
When you go to the movies, you’ll buy one less ticket.
When you go to open the presents on Christmas morning,
There’ll be no present under the tree from me to you.
I cannot defend myself.
I cannot see you smile.
Help me! I’m dying!
I don’t want to die.
I want to live.
I have so much I want to do.
And so much I want to say.
I’m too young to die.
All I want to do is care for the world.
I want to hold the children.
And mend the broken.
I want to wipe away the tears of a crying soul.
Please! Please! Don’t let me die!
I don’t want to die!
I don’t!
Please! Death is forever, Im not ready for it.
If I die, I’ll miss you!
I’ll never get to hold you again!
And worst of all, you’ll forget me!
Please! Please! Don’t let me die! Please!

10-11-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
PS. God is my hero! He hears my cries! He answers prayer!

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