Look into those eyes,
shining and glittering eyes.
” Momma, how do I look?
How does this black dress looks on me?”
An enchanting, soft voice came,
“Lovely, my dear. You look absolutely stunning.”
(Sighing to the same answer the 100th time)
” so, can we go out today,
look the sun is so beautiful “
” no dear, maybe someday..!!”
(Sighing to the same answer the 100th timeee)
Though both knew, that was nearly impossible. Her deadly disorder, the squamous cell carcinoma, wouldn’t let her to.
Mom, why do always good ones suffer ?
Because you are a strong soul dear,
see, even the sun fears of you..!
Trying to hide the tears,
lifting her head close to her ears
” YOU ARE MY ANGEL“
So, dont you wanna keep your angel forever?
Surely, baby, you are always there.
What if it’s not momma?
You will always be here.
Kissing her on the forehead,
taking her daily pills
she murmured, aideu momma.
The very next day,
bright sunny it was
as it was yesterday, or any other day.
Though not so shiny
A faded light amidst
The girl never woke,
nor did her another bright day.
Seldom does these happen..right?
How does one deal with them?
And, there it was,
a piece of paper,
her last piece of paper
may I not live tomorrow
may you loose your angel forever
may I never be back to you tomorrow morning
to wish you and,
to give you one morning kiss
but I wanna tell you
I love you
And, always will.
I’m strong as you said,
and strong always will be.
Open this piece of paper
i’ve drawn my palm lines there
you’ll always feel me in your hands.
With love, your ANGEL.
Rarely people do suffer from such a disease. Merely 1 in a billion, unlucky enough to live their lives like others or lucky enough to live a life of their own? It’s just how we take it.
STRONG ARE WE, AND WILL ALWAYS BE.
Have you ever come across something like this?
Little do we realise, maybe anyday could be our last one. So, can we just live every to the fullest? Can we just fulfil every wish we have there hanging in our minds? Can we be we, forgetting all the problems we have?
Believe me, if she could survive to her very last day to the fullest, we all obviously can..!
Appreciate who feels close to you, talk to the ones who matter to you, to whom you matter, be where you are really seen, do every stupid thing you want to, leave the ego and have a talk, stop crying and start a new job, stop sobbing over a small wound, get up. Life it is, it doenst wait for any.
TO ALL THE FIGHTERS,
YOU ALL ARE ANGELS.
MAY EVERYDAY OF YOURS BE AS BRIGHT AS IT COULD BE.