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Today my beautiful niece Monica would have turned sweet sixteen, but she was taken away from us at the tender age of ten, two months before her 11th birthday. An illness which took us by surprise, she was gone in a week and it shocked us all. One minute she was with us with her beautiful smile and long black hair and then she was gone. It is hell to lose a child, and she was like a daughter to me. Five years later, the pain is still so fresh, if I feel this way, I can’t even imagine my brother’s and his wife’s feelings, and my nephew, who was so very close to his sister. Time doesn’t heal, you don’t forget, but somehow you move on. I wrote this poem for Monica.  


The walls are closing in and I feel trapped
My head is aching, my heart is broken into small pieces
I feel a scream deep down in my soul that I cannot release
I want to understand what is happening, but my brain is so confused
Is it true, what the doctor said or am I just in a dream
Please God let it be a nightmare from which there is always
a way out
I want to close my eyes and dream about happier times
But in my dream I saw her dressed as an angel, telling me
to let her go, she said she was happy where she was
All around her, a light was shining bright, her face was at peace
A face full of wisdom way beyond her years
I awake from my dream, back to my reality
A crushing pain strikes my heart and I cry
Time and space stop to exist
I remember her face in my dream, happy, content, at peace
and finally..........I accept it
..........She is gone
and I will miss her, I will miss our pink angel so much
Too much that it hurts, all the time
She is a piece of my heart, I can never get back
I need her here, to make it whole again
But she is gone and accept it, I must
..........for her
..........for me

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