Tommy Woodward

The crippled lad stood beneath the bell tower
Pulls the rope to ring the bell at the praying hour.
With each mighty heave the bell does toll.
along the street the congregation did stroll.

As parishioner's entered within,
all greeted with an angelic grin.
Determination written on his angelic face,
the young lad continues at a mighty pace.

In the little White Chapel on Maple Road
this crippled boy’s joy is bestowed.
In this small town of one-hundred and nine,
everyone knew that Tommy  was short of time.

Tommy Woodward born with a bowed back,
The congregation knew that as a fact.
Tommy would not let his handicap be a deterrent,
but hospital visits were a regular recurrence

On a bright and sunny day the bell ceased to ring,
While inside the chapel the choir  sorrowfully sing.
Slowly a solemn procession strolled out the door,
Tommy Woodward will ring the bell no more.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 11/23/2017 11:01:00 PM
Awww. Beautiful tribute to special needs children, sad as well. A range of emotions felt here.
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Date: 11/6/2017 8:39:00 PM
Wow... lost for words... amazing I was there it feels so real. Great story, well written.
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