I gave an apple to my teacher today,
For soon, I'll be going away.
I am beginning to lose my hair,
So I haven't very much time to share.
I told my teacher, "Thankyou,
"But there is nothing more you can do."
She looked at me, with tears in her eyes.
I looked back and said, "Please, don't cry.
"Even though I'm only seven,
"I'm ready to go home, to heaven."
She looked at me through salty tears,
"You've been so brave these past two years."
I just looked at her and nodded my head.
I didn't tell her I already felt dead.
I couldn't walk,
And I barely could talk...
I had a therapy appointment today.
I didn't make it, I died on the way.
I had looked at my mother as I felt my heart slow,
And I said, "Mommy, I love you, but now I must go.
"Tell Daddy be brave,
"As I go to my grave.
"I'll never be far,
"I'm always in your heart."
With that, I closed my eyes
As my body slowly died.
