You left me at age 8.
You turned your back on me,
on all of us.
It took a while but I got over it.
I grew stronger and tougher.
I got over the pain,
was fine.
I didn't sit up at night thinking of you,
of why?
or how?
I didn't want to comprehend what you had done;
I couldn't.
Ten years later it all came down.
Cancer
four kinds.
It looked like you in the bed
at least the face.....
Your face, a skeleton body.
A week later you died.
You refused to eat,
you gave up,
you quit,
just like you had before on us.
You walked out on us,
my parents
my brothers
me.
We came back in your time of need;
you quit again.
I'll always remember when you died.
The news;
Crying in school;
My anger.
So many questions left unanswered.
But you made me a better person,
you helped me realize how to live my life
how to treat others
who i wanted to be.
Its been almost a year since you died now,
and i'm off at college.
I won't be home for the aniversary,
but the next time i am
i'll bring you a lily.
Because by leaving me
you helped me be who i am today..... |