Wrote this after son's passing to help my healing process and now am ready for feedback. |
THIRTY AND THREE Christmas is coming! Christmas is coming! a favorite time of year joy everywhere children's faces radiate old ones, too lights decorate the street lamps angels watch in delight we hustle and bustle music plays softly, Silent Night loud, powerful, Joy to the World children dressed as Mary and Joseph three wise-men, barnyard animals, too gifts of love for children mom, dad, and friends, too a special gift awaits grandson's first oh, what joy! very soon, we'll celebrate two special birthdays first son...thirty-three four days later; our SAVIOR's own packages in hand, I head for home...sweet home thanking the lord for all his blessings most of all for children's blessings daughter greets me, youngest two steps back I look for Mark, where is he at? my heart leaps with joy, children are up to something daughter takes left arm, youngest the other she whispers: "Mom, there's something we must tell you". he, much louder: "Mom, he's no longer in pain". body on RED ALERT hands protect the ears to protect the heart to protect the soul prairie animal is howling louder and louder but wait this is the city am i dying? world spinning out of control face on icy pavement "it's just a dream." she soothes herself screams are louder, now. "No, don't say it". "Please don't say it." "If you don't say it, it won't be true". she whispers: "Bring in the gifts." slowly they drag me as we walk hand in hand I, in the middle we kneel beside my bed GOD HELP US, give us strength but, WHY did you take your sons at thirty and three? |