Fair? No, nothing is.

The times we spent together! I remember how happy you made me feel when you visited! We would play, and you would read me stories until I fell asleep. The times rolled on, Our time was still spent together! We would laugh together! Everything I knew was happy! You watched me grow up. Made my childhood so muchfun! Then, we are told the times are over soon, they are being robbed from us! I feel tears welling up when I think of how much pain you are in. How hard it is to see you this way, I can do nothing but curse the heavens above, praying for a miracle. "Two to four weeks!?" I scream, "She was fine last week!" I get in my car and drive home, rubber squealing all the way. I find no comfort at the end of the bottles, nor in anything anymore it seems. This poem is dedicated to my great aunty who recently was taken into hospital and is told she hasn't much time left.