Into this world, she arrived
Held in her strong comforting hand
With a smile on her face
She bestowed on her
Happy she has arrived safely
Oh what a new day!

The infant cried...
Not knowing what it meant
Whit those comforting and inviting faces around her
Still she cried
Unsure what is going on around her
Though not meant to comprehend.

Born and bred in the street
Set out in search for a better days
Determine to get to the top
For her siblings, she will
Not knowing what she would find
She pushed ahead
Like a train, she move...
Though not a journey for one soul
Stronger she grew each day that passes.

She may have been twenty two or twenty three
Raging war with hunger and want
Blackened by the burning sun of the day
Tied she was from darting and searching
To halt means failure
To fail, she will not.

Friends or surroundings all menacing
Unsure which side the danger might come from
A destination was made
Then comes the troubles of life charging
Like a candle in the middle of the night
She fades
Like a fool standing on a soft earth
She sunk
Like the moon after giving light to the night
She disappeared into the dark cloud.

The end has made its destination
A lifeless heap she lay on her sick bed
Not a hiss escaped to tell the tale
And she slept unsung.

To The Memory Of My Late Sister.

Chuks Kevin Nwaokolo

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dying-to-survive/