My Wall
My Wall written by Grace M. (6th grade) Little brothers, I have two of these, But only one is here with me. Seven years have passed without him, He died around October eleventh. That has been my biggest wall since then, Feeling sad and confused was the newest trend. No one knew how to handle this, We don’t really know him but he is missed. The wall that his doctors had built for us, Is now slowly but surely turning to dust. We’re conquering the challenge, seizing the day, The wall that was built is not here to stay. ~ Thanks Grace. Your courage to share this poem is appreciated as the first guest blogger on RHC blog. It is not always the powerful in health care that can leave the most impact - it is often the most unempowered that are most impacted and leave the most beneficial impact as well.