Lonely Child

Hospital playroom

Child sits in stuffed toys box

His mother's soft lap






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Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Ellison Avatar
July 11, 2015 at 8:28 PM
Sweet picture. Darlene...thanks for visiting! Love Jack xxx
Gifford Avatar
July 12, 2015 at 12:06 AM
Same to you, my friend, ~~~Blessings, Darlene
Kendrick Avatar
July 11, 2015 at 11:34 AM
I can see the scene..Enjoyed reading your work..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara
Hunjeri Avatar
July 5, 2015 at 7:52 AM
I'll check them out. Be blessed
Hunjeri Avatar
July 5, 2015 at 3:18 AM
Hi Darlene, am sorry about the loss of your son( i read your reply to Josefina's comment. May God continue to give u strength. Another great haiku from you.#7
Gifford Avatar
July 5, 2015 at 7:34 AM
Thank you, njeri, and for the 7. I can still remember walking into that hospital playroom and seeing the look of joy on his face that I was there. How special moment are.And the worst feeling in the world is knowing you can do nothing to save your child. All you can do I love him. I have many poems about Gary here."A Rainbow Glitters", my little Soldier Boy" "my little Chocolate Mess" "On the Bridge too Far"
Costales Avatar
July 4, 2015 at 11:41 PM
the last line gives the punch beautifully - mothers' laps are the best stuffed toy box to cuddle into! loved this.
Gifford Avatar
July 5, 2015 at 12:11 AM
Thank you, Josefina. This comes from a true story. My son spent a lot of time in the hospital. He had Cystic Fibrosis. A lung disease. I lost him when he was 13. He died in 1983. So it is not a recent death. But memories stick with you forever. Thanks for liking my Haiku.~~Darlene
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