My cousin died in her Mother's arms.
I wanted just to hug you
before you slipped away
there were some things
I wanted to say:
I remember when you were the sweetest
little girl.
Your love for your 'Nina'
and your red, bouncy curls.
You grew so tall and strong
it's like you knew all along
you'd be going home before us
and you left us with your song.
It's a song of selfless love
of caring from your heart,
of putting on a nurse's cap
and knowing where to start.
To minister to those in need, and
turning not away
from pain, from tears, from
wasted years,
but gently hear you say, don't worry,
it's going to be okay.
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