November 14, 2011A Poem by MetBySunlight
It's long, but I hope you understand why.
While you were in seventh,
Do you remember that boy in eighth grade,
The skinny pale twelve year old
Whose long golden brown hair flowed from a loose ponytail?
How could I forget?
The way my friends asked if he was a girl,
Claimed if we weren't in uniform,
He'd definitely be mistaken for a girl
And how could I forget,
The teasing, the pushing, those terrible glares
This poor boy faced everyday
I can't believe my mind would deceive me,
Judged him before I knew what he was about.
In thirteenth grade, it was obvious, that golden hair
Drooping off his shoulders, just shy of his waist
We noticed him, but our lips were sealed tight
Curious as to why he grew his hair so long,
They didn't want to know him, but I demanded why
Now regretting the chance I got
'Cause it was a chance I didn't take.
Eleventh grade, times got hard
My friends ignored me, I had no-one
But all of a sudden, I was met with a smile
One brief smile that made my day
By a boy who was a grade above, a cute one at that
Whose skin was translucently pale,
Hair was none
His beauty surrounded him,
His happiness alight
I never realised, he was battling a terrible fight.
One strange day, I realised the boy had disappeared
I asked around, but they only sneered
Months passed, the memory started to fade
But I never forgot his smile, how it made my day.
November fourteenth, I read a status
About a boy named Logan who had passed away
One look at his photo was all it took for me to realise
That the translucently pale boy in the picture
Whose hair was none,
Was the same boy who smiled at me for no reason at all
Skimming through pictures, all I could do was cry
As I saw the golden hair.
Logan, I understand
I heard your dream and now I understand
You were hoping your long golden hair
Could be used as wigs for children battling cancer
You didn't care about their disapproving stares
You knew what you stood for.
I heard your memorial was held at Knighton,
The primary school I attended,
The primary school your Mum works at
I heard it went well, and your Dad read an anonymous letter
That was written by my brother.
Logan, your story was in this week’s newspaper
It pained me to read about how your dream
Was to help cancer patients
But then you got diagnosed, your hair useless
It pained me to read, you were fighting hard
Against cancer for twelve months before it took you away.
You may have only been sixteen
But Logan believe me when I say,
You touched many, you changed many lives
As you held their hand to comfort them
Logan, how can we ever call you selfish
When your last words were, "Will you be OK?"
You were greatly loved, Logan, I hope you know that
You will never be forgotten.
Logan dear, you've spread your wings
Soaring high into the heavens above
Logan dear, oh how I miss seeing your face
Thank-you for smiling at me that day
And Logan dear, I know we're strangers
But you were inspirational;
A person who we could look up to.
Sorry that I never stood up for you
Back when we were twelve
If I knew what you were standing for
I would have been by your side
I say this a lot, but thank-you for that smile
I'm sorry I never got the chance to tell you face-to-face
But maybe one day we'll cross paths again
And I can tell you how I feel.
You left footprints in the sand
And all we can do is be amazed
As you continue to change our lives
Because you were always smiling, always caring for others
Logan, you may have only lived sixteen years
But you stated that you were happy to go
As you lived a great life, dreams fulfilled
I can't seem to grasp those last words you spoke,
"Will you be OK?"
But Logan, you have been set free
I hope to see you some day
So I can tell you face-to-face
That I really am thankful for that one smile
Even though we remained complete strangers
Logan, you were a son, a brother, a great friend
Your soul lives on, memories in our hearts
You will never be forgotten.
© 2011 MetBySunlight
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