April 10, 2008
By Miranda Willis, Dunlap, IA

Thoughts are racing through my mind.
They get faster and faster.
Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, I’m frozen.
I hear someone talking. But I don’t know what they are saying.
People are rushing around me.
Shocks of pain run through my body.
They ask me questions, but I cannot answer back.
They ask me my name, but the results are the same.
I try to tell them that I want my mom, they don’t hear me.
I ask for my sister, and what the told me I did not understand.
The man in white came from behind the curtain, and it was there that I understood.
I caught a glimpse of my baby sister lying under a cover.
The sheets stained red and dripping.
That was a while ago.
I know my sister has gone away.
Sometimes when I go to bed, I think of way back when.
When the flowers were yellow, and the grass was green.
When the two of us played carelessly.
When nothing bad we thought could ever happen.
When we would brush our doll’s hair until it felt like satin.
Now I wake-up in the middle of the night just to cry.
I ask God why it was her and not me that he had taken.

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