I dedicate this to the memory of Elizabeth Grace Johnson
Ellie
My boyfriends little sis who is dearly missed
Her smile was contagious;her disease outrageous
She used to dance in the den while all the medicine ran through her system
She fought the fight of a lifetime
-Acute Myeloid Leukemia-
Grace
The beauty in her eyes never masked by the disguise
When the tubes were tangled and life seemed mangled we watched,prayed, tended to and cherished every moment
Most nights we went to the hospital where she was staying ,laying, all of us praying but fait is fait so now I’m saying
Let us not forget the little girl who was inside a masterpiece in Gods eyes
Grace
At the visitation:my heart racin
I wasn’t ready:my hands sweaty
Then that little coffin and her lifeless body to my left made tears fall down my face like a waterfall race
Grace
In front of me a mother and father concealing it ,but I knew they were feeling it
Reese looked at my face pulled me close and rested his lips on my forehead as she lied there
Dead
I had not yet seen him cry about the loss of her life until the day of her funeral when his heart felt as if it had been punctured with a knife
Mentally prepared I walked in there to see tears on his cheeks and his face the color of a weeping rose
So I pulled him close like he did for me
But the hurt only got worse with knowing that it was Ellie in that hearse…
A family; a puzzle incomplete missing it’s crucial centerpiece
And that is how it will always be
She was only 3…
She was beauty
She was Grace
She was Elizabeth Grace Johnson
By Jenna