Carry

She was always carried on a stretcher.

The ambulance doors closed as they hurried to the hospital.

I would always visit her bringing food she liked.

My little sister would tell her stories about school.

And we'd go home happy with a kiss goodbye.

But when everything fell apart...

I gave my kiss to a stone cold body.

My little sister bawled as she clung to me.

In my hands where white flowers she loved.

The hearse's doors closed as it crawled to the cemetery.

The last time she was carried was in a coffin.

And when everything was over...

I tried to rebuild what was destroyed along with her body.

Author's Note

When everything's suffocating I write. I am suffocated by unsaid words.

P.S. I do not own the pics, sorry if I can't accept read requests in the meantime, I hate that your work would would be left to be covered in dust in my inbox of requests because of my busy sched. But I'll read your work as thank you for the review (if I have the time). Anyways, thank you for reading <3

Reviews

[free-writer]

such a powerful piece! so emotional. i held my breath at the end

[bella]

This really touched my heart, I'm so sorry for whatever happened to inspire you to write this.

[Vic]

it reads like the inevitable struggle and fear of watching someone loved fight and ultimately lose to an illness. thanks for sharing

[Coyote Poetry]

You took the reader with you on sad journey and painful ending. The artwork gave strength and meaning to the poetry. Thank you for sharing the powerful poetry. Left sadness for the reader to understand.
Coyote

[rowan.taylorrr]

damn, this is hardcore. i love his

[Accalia]

Wow such a amazing poem. This one hit home for me, because I recently experienced the death of a close family friend. Keep up the good work, and keep on writing!

[Zephyr]

Good pic and good poem!
Thanks for sharing this lily:)

[Carol Cashes]

"Carry"! What a perfect name for this piece. Memories of loved ones who have been ill for some time would have this predominant theme. Well done, for seeing that.

[L.C. Jarrette]

'The last time she was carried...'
This is very beautiful lily...

[Weeping willow]

Wow! beautiful emotions flow through this poem even in the sadness;-]