Eyelashes Poem by Isabelle Astra

Goodbye.
I never got to say it.
Lying there, too weak, too small.
Goodbye.
I was unaware.
As everyone wept in misery.
I cried, but not for you.
I was unaware.

I'm grown now.
But all I have is stories.
Not even a memory or a face to remember.
Only stories from those who were lucky enough to know you.

Sometimes, I dream of you.
I know it's you.
Speaking to me.
Letting me know you're OK with them.

I can't help but wish
The cancer hadn't taken you.
I wish I would have known you
For longer than I did.