A little boy, Barely eight years old, Not old enough, Not nearly, Died, yesterday.
A little boy I knew about, I knew his family And I watched From afar.
A little boy, Who in his fight With his disease Became an example Of courage.
Because his mother chose To share his story Her story, their story In a blog and on Facebook He became my grandson, too.
I feel his loss As if he had been living Next door to me As if he was a part of me. He was Superman.
No family should be forced To live through what they did. No family should suffer such a loss, No parent or grandparent should Bury a such a hero.
Sammy wanted to be famous, What is sad, is that in his fight And in his dying and death. He became a poster child for the fight And he is famous.
Suzanne doesn’t have a blog, but that didn’t stop her from writing this poem about Sammy. “Marilyn, Sammy’s grandmother and I go back to when Sammy’s uncle Josh was a baby. My husband and Sammy’s grandfather were the best of friends and are buried next to each other.”