Coughing Fit

Please come to your daughters funeral

She finally blew up

There are pieces of her all over the floor

and her brand new trach flew halfway through the wooden door

Her coughing and hacking no medicine could cease

And now there’s a new landmark I heard her lungs are in a big field in Valise

Her arms and legs are scattered across three states

Her nose has landed a top the golden gates

For one little girl with a really bad cough,

who would have known how far her body parts could take off

Across the country, around the globe,

that poor little girl with the runny nose

The tiny stitches that held her body together

 could not stand the wind and the weather

So after months and months of searching high and low

With ten man teams looking through ten feet of snow

Her body parts are all stitched back together

So as I said before please attend your daughter’s funeral

It’s this Saturday the 10th of November

 ©Breanna Martel