My child who was laid to rest
In the stillness of mind
You are within my thoughts
Though time has gone by
Still you creep up
Within these chambers
Yet my tears now
For most are dried
I kiss you now
For one more last time
In mind I have said this
So many times.
Now too I must find my way
Still for me to have time to live
My sweet child you were
I have learned through you
Time, all is time
To become whole, to be complete
To be!
But with all tears so many shed
Love must shine within all
Yes shine,
To be a pillar in someone else's storm
To soothe, to help in someone else's
Pain and grief
Sleep now my child
Sleep till we meet again.
R.I.P. 05/22/2000
The child looked down a dim stairwell,
heard the sound of feet
against a hollow metal he could tell,
he peered into the darkness as he could feel the heat,
shadows glanced over him,
others were oddly chatting,
as the lights on the doorway grew dim,
brown eyes glanced down,
smoke was all around,
emergency sounds were ringing in his ear,
he was frightened and full of fear,
the child drawled,
slipped and fell,
and tried to crawl,
as he heard the fire bell,
the shadows moved closer,
they were more frightened,
the child was charred, and black,
as the fire-blaze was pushed back,
by the fire fighters who were on the attack,
they saw the child and couldn’t believe their eyes,
while still on fire the child sat up,
nothing was muttered, and there were no cries,
the child whispered with soot in his eyes,
“ I don’t want to die.”
The fire-fighter gathered his fragmented thoughts and replied,
“ You’re not going to die.”
He lied.
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