My Childs Fight
Through the screams and suffering
My worst fears are foretold
And if the story were not mine
I’d leave it left untold
Why could it not be me?
That fate I could bear
But as it isn’t I’m left to doubt
What my hands cannot repair
Despite this state of helplessness
I feel but the fingertips of despair
In the focus of life’s cruel gaze
I’m awed by courage unaware
From that tiny heart unconquered
I do not falter or lose control
For I see no strength in Death’s hand
That can clutch this unwilling soul
Copyright © Chris Dardick | Year Posted 2010
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