Our Will
Porcelain skin
against a snow white sheet
can she hear me?
does she know I am here?
it wasn't supposed
to be like this
my little girl
life hanging by a thread
green monitors cast
an eerie glow
in the darkened room
softly she sighs
bringing me to wakefulness
she sees me and smiles
she shows no fear
as she feels the bandage
around her head
tubes draining into a bag
at her side
a tumor
has tried to take her away
I can see
the fight in her
the will to survive
I admire her strength
as I tremble inside
four years we have fought since
and shall continue on
we will not be defeated
our will is too strong.
written July 5th 2007 By Lisa Budinger
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