Be Strong

A Poem by Katie Smith

She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room.
She said "How is my little boy. Is he going to be alright?. When can I see him?"
The surgeon said "I am sorry! We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.
Sally said "Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care anymore? Where were you God when my son needed you?"
The surgeon asked "Would you like time alone with your son?" One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the University."
Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said goodbye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair.
"Would you like a lock of his hair?" the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.
The mother said, "It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for study. He said it might help somebody else. "I said no at first but jimmy said, Mom, I wont be using it after I die. May be it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his mother."
She went on "My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thingking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could."
Sally walked out of Childrens Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending the last six months there.
She put the bag with Jimmy's belonging on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult. It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carrie Jimmy's belongings and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son's room.
She started placing the model cars and other personnal things in his room exactly where he had kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried her self to sleep. It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on th bed was a folded letter.

The letter said,

Dear mom, I know you're going to miss me; but I dont think that I will ever forget you or stop loving you just because im not around to say "I LOVE YOU".
I will always love you, mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won't be so lonely, that's okay with me.
He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn't the same things us boys do.
You'll have to buy her dolls and other stuffs girls like, you know. Don't be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything.
The angels are so cool. I love to see them fly. And, you know what? Jesus, Doesn't look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw him, I knew it was him. Jesus himself took me to see God. And guess what, mom? I got to sit on God's knee and talk to him, like I was somebody important.
That's when I told him that I want to write you a letter, to tell you goodbye and everything. But I already knew that wasn't allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and his personal pen to write you this letter.
I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you.
God said for me to give you the answer to one of the question you asked Him "Where was he when I needed Him?"
God said "He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was in the cross. He was right there, as he always is with all His children. Oh, by the way Mom, no one else can see what I have written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn't that cool. I have to give God his pen back now.
He needs it to write some more names in the book of life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I'm sure the food will be great.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don't hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I'm glad because I couldn't stand that pain anymore and God couldn't stand to see me hurt so much, either.
That's when he send the angel of mercy to get me. The angel said I was a special delivery! how about that?

Signed with love from God, Jesus and me.