Mummy what did i do wrong ?
Why mummy why ?
Why did the angels choose me,
I wish that my life was simple again,
Pain and cancer free.
I fight every day , without a minutes rest,
please tell me mummy why ?
Why do the angels hate me , when you say i am the best ?
I am in great pain , Unimaginable pain,
I cry every day,
I beg for forgiveness , what did I do wrong?
I wish that this torture would just end,
It feels like a mind game,
And I constantly have to be strong,
I am a good little girl , so ,
Mummy please make my pain stop !
Mummy why do they hate me ,
When you say my heart is pure gold?
My life is like a very thin frayed piece of thread,
Hanging there , Just waiting to snap,
This is something we all dread,
Mummy why me ,
What did i do wrong , what did i do to upset them ,
Mummy why do the angels hate me ?
Why did they humiliate me and make me bald?
I knew i would die ,
I was just waiting around,
And then it came,
That day in August when i became very sick,
The doctors said that they had no more treatments,
No more magic medicine ,
Nothing that would heal me and make me better again.
My mummy cried,
I tried to be strong,
I am only a small child,
Living through what seems like hell.
I did not fear death but ,
I knew that I would have to leave behind,
A life that was overspilling with love,
And all those people that meant the whole world to me,
But that i would soon spread my wings,
and fly just like a dove !
When I entered the gates of heaven,
It was only then that I realised,
That the angels dont hate me,
They love me so,
So much that they wanted me ,
To be with them right then.
They wanted a star,
That would make heaven bright,
One that would make heaven a beautiful place to be,
And this is why they choose me,
I am that star,
An angel with wings.
I watch over my mummy,
Who grieve's for me each night and day,
I do not like it and I have to turn away,
My little sister Gracie is growing up so fast,
I try to protect her from all harm and the Dreadfull past.
I try to help my beautiful Mummy,
The one I love so much,
By sending messages ,
Like the breeze in the wind,
Reminding her that I'm just a short breath away.
My name is Mia,
I am only three,
On the 31st of August,
The angels called for me.
By Amber Furniss
For Justine-Mia's mummy
In loving memory of our little shining star - Forever three - Taken from Neuroblastoma Stage 4
Find your wings Mia ....
Forever three
Forever free
Forever in our hearts ... Fly high Mia xxx
Mia and Gracie
Justine - Mia's mummy
Mia - Before diagnosis
Mia as a butterfly Mia in JR hospital
