It's hard being afraid of tomorrow, because then you have something new to fear every day.

Oh God,

please don't take her home

- not yet, please

 

God, she's only nine

I know this is selfish

I'm sure you want her back

but we still need her

 

maybe we can share

for a little while longer

long enough for me to stop crying

for a dying little girl

 

but God, if you need her

more than I understand

then you can have her

 

and we'll meet someday

where sunflowers meet the sky

and share them and us

and all of it

living forever