This poem was written by Eve Loewe, age almost 10

Sad,
    Scared,
      Mad,
He’s in the hospital
Why did it happen to him?
Looking across the room
    Wires
Running through him
Everywhere on his body

Worried,
    Lonely,
      Hopeless,
    Choking
“Is he going to make it?”
Walking over to him
    Fists
  Clenched
Wanting to punch something
  Heart beating
Like i just ran a marathon

Lost in the world,
        Heart broken,
      Dreadful,
  Sitting in a chair
  Holding his moist
  Clamy hands
    Clutching
    The cold
    Hard
  Metal bed
Why don’t they have a cure for this
    Awful
  Horrible thing
One fatal moment at a time
All we can do now is wait
            Wait
              Wait
I guess thats all we can do.
Grandpa’s
    Stroke.