Post by Giliathriel Alquasilme on Apr 19, 2005 11:21:12 GMT 10
So, here's my *first* Palace poetry thread! Of course, I've posted much of this poetry on the plaza as well... but my thread there has been neglected, so here's my trilogy!
One Chance
From the older sister's view
I know this is my only chance
to save one that I loved
this life that flows within me
my loved ones only hope.
I have something that she needs
to live life in the fullest
she really looks so young
lying there asleep.
I set my firm resolve.
She needs it more than me.
Of all our little family,
us two were unique.
Our blood type rare,
different from the rest.
She needs a new heart now.
I need a new lung.
The car crash wasn't my fault.
They hit us from behind.
A lung will not come in time.
But her, her heart's right here
beating within me.
I lift my hand, and call my nurse.
I tell her it must be done.
They ask me if I'm sure.
I am. It's my only chance.
One Hope
Written from the lil sis's point of view
I lay here scared
no more tears to cry.
My sis said we'd be allright
that's when they brought me here.
I heard the doctor's talking
to my mom and dad.
he said that I am dying,
and I'll need a new heart.
I fall in and out of sleep.
Sometimes mommy's even there.
Once I saw my sister.
But I don't think that she noticed.
She told me that she loved me
don't worry about her.
That last thing I remember
Is a mask laid on my face.
I've been dreaming ever since
I don't know how long it's been.
Since I've hung here in the black.
But now my eyes are opening.
I see all of my family.
No, someone's gone.
I ask them for my sister.
Then my mom starts crying
I hear her say she's gone.
One Life
Written from the mom's view
All I can do is
blame myself.
I wasn't there, I should've been.
Now I wait, tears leaking
down a red face of worry.
Deep down, I know they'll die
The doctor came and told me
my oldest is doing something big
she asked them not to tell
which only makes me worry more.
I know that something's wrong
When they wheel them to a room
together, yet alone.
An hour gone, then five.
Then my youngest is wheeled back.
But my oldest never comes.
I wait a while longer
waiting for her sister to wake.
The doctors comes, and pulls me away.
He says my oldest died.
And lives, in her sister.
The wounded heart it gone,
replaced by a gift from a loved one.
I feel tears run down my face.
She was so brave, and I a coward.
From the older sister's view
I know this is my only chance
to save one that I loved
this life that flows within me
my loved ones only hope.
I have something that she needs
to live life in the fullest
she really looks so young
lying there asleep.
I set my firm resolve.
She needs it more than me.
Of all our little family,
us two were unique.
Our blood type rare,
different from the rest.
She needs a new heart now.
I need a new lung.
The car crash wasn't my fault.
They hit us from behind.
A lung will not come in time.
But her, her heart's right here
beating within me.
I lift my hand, and call my nurse.
I tell her it must be done.
They ask me if I'm sure.
I am. It's my only chance.
One Hope
Written from the lil sis's point of view
I lay here scared
no more tears to cry.
My sis said we'd be allright
that's when they brought me here.
I heard the doctor's talking
to my mom and dad.
he said that I am dying,
and I'll need a new heart.
I fall in and out of sleep.
Sometimes mommy's even there.
Once I saw my sister.
But I don't think that she noticed.
She told me that she loved me
don't worry about her.
That last thing I remember
Is a mask laid on my face.
I've been dreaming ever since
I don't know how long it's been.
Since I've hung here in the black.
But now my eyes are opening.
I see all of my family.
No, someone's gone.
I ask them for my sister.
Then my mom starts crying
I hear her say she's gone.
One Life
Written from the mom's view
All I can do is
blame myself.
I wasn't there, I should've been.
Now I wait, tears leaking
down a red face of worry.
Deep down, I know they'll die
The doctor came and told me
my oldest is doing something big
she asked them not to tell
which only makes me worry more.
I know that something's wrong
When they wheel them to a room
together, yet alone.
An hour gone, then five.
Then my youngest is wheeled back.
But my oldest never comes.
I wait a while longer
waiting for her sister to wake.
The doctors comes, and pulls me away.
He says my oldest died.
And lives, in her sister.
The wounded heart it gone,
replaced by a gift from a loved one.
I feel tears run down my face.
She was so brave, and I a coward.