In dedication to Cheryl Ann, who passed away of breast cancer on the 21st of December, in 1997
Her last name shall remain undisclosed for privacy reasons. She was the sister of my girl friend, and it being the Christmas season,
I decided to do this. The poem following is from my girl friend's perspective. If you read this, please bow your head and pray for Cheryl.

I Miss Her

In the winter of 1997,
is the story of a girl who went to Heaven.
A chill ran down my very spine,
when I heard cancer took a sister: mine.

I wept for many a long hour,
just the thought of death turned me sour.
Of all this passing of slow time,
I never thought the sister's life would end in due time.

I heard that she had died in bed,
of that time, nothing was said.
She had remained silent during that death,
and finally drew her terminal breath.

I felt sad, and angry during the Christmas days,
my vision, due to anger, was just a haze,
then in 98' a new person came to sight,
a boy from far away, of great height.

His name was Jeff, went by the screen-name, Shadow,
he imagined me as Paula, with a long hair and a bow.
He was wrong, I was far from that, I was a tomboy.
I can tell you one thing, he is a wrong-boy!!!

He said he felt sympathy for what took place,
he said he had tears upon his face.
Many months after, he said to me, he loved.
In return, I gave the same of.

Now it's that cursed day, of the 4th year following,
but Jeff, had not changed a thing.
He tried his best to make me glad,
but his efforts were vain, I was still very sad.

He talked to me for quite a while,
told me not to frown, but instead, smile.
What a crazy fool! I said to no one,
this trial of insanity, he has just begun!!!

But instead, I was wrong, for he had said,
think of it as a new life, not of one's dead.
he said unto me, 'Do not cry,
she would not want you to.'

But I know. In Heaven. She waits for me. She smiles upon me. Everyday. Good bye.