Glass Wedding

She sits all alone in an empty room

And silently watches it rain

She draws with her finger, a bride and groom

In her breath that's on the pane

Only twelve years old, and already grown

The chemo caused her to age

She'll never grow up and live on her own

She feels like she's trapped in a cage

She searches the window for locks of gold

Her reflection announces her shame

Her hair is all gone, she starts to look old

The cancer alone is the blame

Her breath once more, covers the glass

As a tear escapes to her cheek

She draws with her finger a stone in the grass

Her body keeps growing so weak

With one last breath she closes her eyes

And listens once more to the rain

She doesn't exhale, the little girl dies

Overcome by her horrible pain

A groom stands alone, frozen in glass

His bride was laid in the ground

Beside him stands a stone in the grass

Where the bride on the window is found

Reviews

[Renée]

Oh My Goodness! So sweet, tender and sad...Your poem is absolutely beautiful !

[Xilhouette]

What a sad story. But a nice write nevertheless. Good use of imagery, it was just descriptive enough to let the reader be "witnessing" the scene.