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.
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