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Colleen

Death is hard and often cruel, but sometimes the pain and suffering preluding death is even worse. This poem explores the death of a sister, and gives rise to the possibility that maybe death can be relief.,

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sara

Date:

05 December 2006

Author:

Andrea Hill

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Colleen

A love is lost.
A heart is broken.
A life is gone.
These words are spoken.

I had a darling sister.
Her name was Colleen.
She wore a smile on her face.
Like she was in a dream.

A dream her life was not.
A nightmare's the word.
She knew pain as her friend.
I lie not one word.

Her life was a life of doctors galore.
Of intercommed messages across the hospital floor.

She lay in her bed
All heavily sedated.
Tubes covering her body.
Childhood underrated.

Then people ask me
Why it's better she died.
If they could have seen her.
They would understand why.

-Andrea Hill -

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