My Child Is Ill

I could not understand why no one else was crying For my loss, why were strangers laughing or even allowed to smile? Why have they not appeared by my bedside to comfort me? Like wind chimes in a storm fluttering about at the pulse of God I longed for peace, serenity an end to this nightmare I did not know or even understand what was about to unfold In the Darkened dreams of savages we are only shadows Cast upon the child’s mural of life As stress and worry sapped my spirits vessel Weakness grew unrelenting, unemotional and inhuman Sickness does not understand borders or social status It is only when disease lies upon your bed That you truly experience a sense of loneliness and helplessness A child cannot be protected by its parents When illness takes hold, these are inner battles That must be fought, with medieval intentions The passion to live for the young or Thank God for the emotions of life for the old Death never loses it only retreats into the darkness As it masterminds another attack, May God Guide us as to when it is our time That last breath, the final thought, your last emotion Ask for forgiveness May you be remembered.