i use to baby sit a little boy that soon after developed cancer and died he was always strong and now i dedicated this poem to him Jarred Miller.


My Little Hero

He was with me through it all
He caught me when I'd fall
He was a little boy I would baby sit
He never had a temper or threw a fit
He was always cool to be around
Even though he couldn't make a sound
He had cancer when he was five
But he fought it and now he's alive
He showed me life is an opportunity
It's not always something to see
He battled with cancer through it all
Then he began to get weak and I'd catch him when he'd fall
He got sicker by the day
But he always wanted me to stay
He was as active as ever and didn't care
That he didn't have much more time to share
The last time he looked at me
I began to see
His soul was dieing
And without crying
I told him good-bye
And that he taught me how to live without living a lie
That he was strong
Singing his favorite song
Noticing he was sent up in the sky
And that he was my little hero






Poetry by Ariel Bennett
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Written on 2006-09-30 at 00:39

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keith nunes
a wonderful piece of writing about a lovely person! well done
2006-09-30


Vanna "Smokie" Song
I don't have any inspiration, but if I do, they are my cosins' parents. They've been together for the longest and best wish4es on my cousin, Chi's, dad's soul sojourn. I know that till Chi's, dad's, soul sojourn. I know that till death due us part is possible.
2006-09-30