My, Oh My

by Nikki, Age 5
Written, March, 2001

My, oh my 
I wish I could fly. 
High in the sky 
  The eagles and I. 

My, oh my
Flying so high
If I could fly
I would not cry.

 My, oh my
The sun is so hot
If I were flying
I could not get a shot.

My, oh my
I wish this would end
Because I have cancer
I don't have a friend.

My, oh my
When the cancer is gone
I will fly and fly
Straight up to the sun.

 
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Joan Fleitas, Ed.D., R.N.
Associate Professor of Nursing, Lehman College, CUNY
Bronx, New York 10468

Last updated: November 14, 2004