A girl likes the thought of angels
she puts her faith in them
she likes having them near her
buys small statues of angels
keeps buying the statues
they’re placed at her bedside
the angels give her hope
hope for a life prolonged.
One night I go and visit her
and we buy a new angel
“I could always use more help”
she tells me at the counter
I take her back to her room
pushing her wheelchair along
into the hospital cancer ward
I kiss her goodbye and say
“they will find a way to kill it”
I leave her with her angels.
I get a call the next morning
my sister is non responsive
and put on oxygen assistance
we meet at the hospital
they say she may not wake up
my father will take first shift
I am to take my shift at 14:00
my office meetings are off
my mind is with my sister
who is surrounded by angels
angels bought for hope.
My father calls me at 12:20
my sister is dead in bed
cancer killed her body
and killed her hopes
the little angels stood by
I rush to the hospital
and see my big sister
her skin so smooth
no pain but only peace
I hide my rage in tears
but in my imagination
I am smashing all these
useless little angels.
A.G. Munson
