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
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
How is it that in your untimely death;
The tapestry woven by
So precious a mounting soul
Could join us together
And with (a) mystery?
(Leaving me to wonder
At a God,
What am I
Dear God.…Me at the road-side that day
At your bedside,
To your release
From this place transported
As silently into His arms;
you did pass.
(Copyright 2011, K.A.P.)
The death of a child is the hardest thing in the world. So sad.ReplyDelete
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...ReplyDelete
share 1 to 3 random old poems with us tonight, blessings..
your talent is outstanding.