Makayla Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Makayla

Once we heard of cancer
Something rare; it was curse
Things have changed now a day

My dear Makayla
Open are the pages, I don't care
A hanging particle in the air
I am lost; I am lost, I am lost

Eleven, you were girl
That's your max; and no more
And
No more
And
No more
And
No more

Leukemia, you are dead.
You have died of cancer
"No chemo, " you cried and shouted.
I praise your pride.
I bow to, what you said.

Go sleep; deep in peace.
Your God, toys, is waiting.