To my little friend in bed no.15,
Your eyes sparkle the brightest,
And so does your smile,
Your constant desire to
learn to draw,
Draw a house, a tree,
And as you ask me for my pen
To write your name,
It melts me.

For them,
You might just be a patient,
An interesting case perhaps,
Whose legs are not in proportion,
Who is always warmer than normal,
Who is angry at white coats.

But I see you,
A little more than that,
As you call me your sister,
Out loud in the pedia ward,
And when I ask you, to be my friend,
You shake your head with that shyness,

To my little friend,
Who taught me to laugh,
To laugh at pain.