The doctors all assured them that it was nothing,
They scribbled notes and called it pneumonia,

Sent the family here and there,
Take this and drink that,

Only it was not that at all,
No, it was much more than that,

Cancer, that was the fuse that had been lit,
Silent, merciless, ruthless, it bit through her,

It punctured her young life,
She battled with courage older than her six years,

Sana…

She will never now be kissed or betrayed by love’s arrow,
No more will she explore the bittersweet taste of life,

She shall not be tanned by the sun’s warm music,
Nor will her fingers roll a snowball in the fall of winter,

Hail, wind, rain and shine,
Water, air, fire and ice,

Hush! She sleeps now,
And dreams upon dreams which we who live have never dreamed,

Sana…

Your life was a song written in the hymn book of nursery rhymes,
You left us richer for having known you.