R.I.P Kiyah

This blog post is for a poetry project. In this project, I had to write 3 poems about an object that is important to me. I chose my baby sister's urn because her death impacted me and my life forever and I will never forget her.

Poem 1: "Here's a little story"

I remember sitting at the table with my siblings.

Sitting at the table, talking with each other and nibbling.

Then our mom came downstairs, telling us she was expecting.

I didn’t know how to feel, my feelings were affected.


For 9 months, I couldn’t wait to be a big brother again.

Absorbing everything I needed to know into my brain.

I couldn’t wait to teach my little sister everything I knew.

Like how to play video games and why you shouldn’t eat glue.


Then that’s when I got the news.

I couldn’t believe it, I wish it was untrue.

She died right at birth, she didn’t even get a chance at life.

I wanted to die at that moment, don’t care if it was by a gun or knife.


I didn’t want to go to the funeral. My heart was in too many little pieces.

The rage inside me kept increasing.

I cried and cried, wishing she got a chance.

But I knew I had to keep going, I had to advance.


4 years later, I’m still wishing I had her in person.

I thought the depression would worsen.

But I have her urn so she’s still with me.

I’ll never forget you Kiyah. R.I.P.


Poem 2: "To be honest"

When I first heard that I was getting another younger sister, I didn’t how to feel.

I wanted to be excited but I needed to be real.

You should always be excited when you getting a baby.

But at the same time, I was so jealous it was crazy.


In the first month, my jealousy was increasing.

It kept boiling, it kept heating.

Then my mom told me all the wonders of getting a baby sister.

My jealousy went away and my excitement got bigger.


Looking back at it today, my jealously really was stupid.

However, I guess jealousy is one part of being human.

Luckily it went away and I had a chance to be excited.

One day, me and Kiyah will be united.


Poem 3: "Asking myself"

I gotta ask myself one question.

What would it be like if Kiyah survived?

This question got me dealing with depression.

This question is making me not wanna be alive.


If she survived, what would I teach her?

I had so much, what would I start with?

When she died, all that knowledge became a blur.

I want her back alive, that’s my only wish.


It’s no point in wishing though.

Wishes are fake just like a lot of things.

All I can do is let the tears flow.

And continue to go on with the things I care about as my wings.

Link to my video:file:///home/chronos/u-a1ecbadd27fd145188358fd7615bebf1d08d9857/Downloads/video_27s%20(webcamera.io).mp4
Link to my video:file:///home/chronos/u-a1ecbadd27fd145188358fd7615bebf1d08d9857/Downloads/video_27s%20(webcamera.io).mp4

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