Thursday, March 3, 2011

Thomas's Poem




Thomas’s Poem; A Dedication to the Little Girl in the O.R.
(Tom, you were in O.R; attending…)


Heavy desperate feet pounding past
Chest heaving sweat-stained face
A Mother flies
By my open window
That cry
That day.
I drive by slow and cautious here
A grievous mockery
It is to see
That small pink bike on its side.
Tiny Girl who slipped away
A prayer for you I breathed
That day.
How is it that in your untimely death;
The tapestry woven by
So precious a mounting soul
Could join us together
So deftly?
And with (a) mystery?
(Leaving me to wonder
At a God,
All seeing-
What am I
To make
Of this?)
Dear God.
…Me at the road-side that day
And Tom
At your bedside,
Attending.
A witness
To your release
From this place transported
As silently into His arms;
you did pass.



(Copyright 2011, K.A.P.)

4 comments:

  1. The death of a child is the hardest thing in the world. So sad.

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  2. I can't imagine the pain of losing a child...and the even greater pain of losing one so young. I am so glad she didn't die alone at the side of the road...

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  3. magical..

    share 1 to 3 random old poems with us tonight, blessings..

    your talent is outstanding.

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Please do...tell.

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