Elie's Poetry Corner

The sounds around are deafening the voices barely heard bombarding shells hit night and day I barely hear a word. But in my pocket a treasure lie, worth more to me than gold A treasure I will always keep, 'Til my body's still and cold . A reminder of my love for her and a place I used to call home a letter sent across the seas travels with me wherever I roam Not written with the steadiest hand or with a poet's words This letter still's more beautiful than the song of a thousand birds And as I do those daily tasks we both know must be done I keep the words next to my heart pretending I'm not gone. Then one day, when I return this time, home to stay nothing in this world could take my love for her away. The paper's worn and tattered but I cling to it still now I'll take it out to read as frequently I will "I love you and I miss you..." the letter starts to say "I hope you're coming home soon, and you

I wait for all this pain to pass, see through as a peice of glass. More pain inside than I can feel I’m going numb, this isn’t real. Heartbeat pounding in my ears Throat choking back the healing tears. People tell me “It’s okay, “We know why you feel this way!” Head explodes with fear and doubt I want to scream, I want to shout. But I just sit there quietly, the only sign a trembling knee. Doctors come and doctors go. Nurses wander to and fro. They send a priest to help me pray. I wish that he'd just go away. In a wee small voice, I hear her say: “Will we be going home today?” Bad thoughts buzz inside my head Telling me she’ll soon be dead. Wish I could be there in her place. Meet this cancer face to face-- tell it “Don’t you take my girl. “My angel child, my precious pearl.” Doctor’s tell me: “This is good “She’s getting better like she should though she never will be 'cured'" I do not believe a word. Have they seen her before tod