Every year countless children die around the Christmas holidays. As a pediatric nurse, I have agonized with families who have children who have died Christmas day. For them, the holidays will always be touched with an ache only the death of a child can give. As a cancer survivor, I have felt firsthand the potential of death as I started chemotherapy at Christmas. The Christian based poem below is a series of questions from a child dying of cancer to his mom. Based on my life experiences, I have sobbed over this, and can hardly read it now at times. Why share such a sad poem? The reality is that there are so many people sad, hurting, mourning during a time when happiness is all around them. My sister-in-law is very ill in the hospital right now and sadness and fear for her recovery are uppermost in our minds. Remember the people who ache this season.
Momma, I am praying hard to be cured of cancer
Yes, dearest, so am I.
Momma, do you think God will give a “yes” as His answer?
We will know by and by.
Momma, I want to go Home.
The doctors are sending you home today.
Momma, you will be there? I won’t be alone?
Wild horses could not drag me away!
Momma, I think I’m gonna die…..soon.
I still pray that it isn’t so near
Momma, I cant wait to see my heavenly room.
I know you will fill it with an eternity of sports gear!
Momma, I have one last wish.
What is it my dear?
Momma, don’t grieve for what I did not accomplish
Every second with you has been my greatest boon…
Momma, I’m no longer sad that death is a real event
I’m so glad, darling, but for me it is too soon…..
Momma, I gonna live until Christmas morning to give Jesus His present.
Living to Christmas will be mine too, my love.
Momma, will you keep that Christmas Eve candle lit for me tonight?
I shall keep it bright as the stars above!
Momma, will you hold my hand……real tight?
I’m holding on with all my might.
Momma, I no longer fear the long dark night.
You shall soon see God’s glory shining bright!
Momma, my mind is now free of fright.
I have prayed for God’s peace in your heart
Momma, I see a warm glow of light!
I know my love, how can I let you go? Are you ready for us to part?
Momma, it’s Christmas morn and Jesus is almost in sight.
Youre so brave, your race is almost won
I am His present, right?
Goodnight momma, don’t be sad, I love ……..
I will kiss you one last time, again and again as my tears fall with torrential rain……