Thomas's Poem

Thomas’s Poem; A Dedication to the Little Girl in the O.R.

(Tom, you were in O.R; attending…)

Heavy desperate feet pounding past

Chest heaving sweat-stained face

A Mother flies

By my open window

That cry

That day.

I drive by slow and cautious here

A grievous mockery

It is to see

That small pink bike on its side.

Tiny Girl who slipped away

A prayer for you I breathed

That day.

How is it that in your untimely death;

The tapestry woven by

So precious a mounting soul

Could join us together

So deftly?

And with (a) mystery?

(Leaving me to wonder

At a God,

All seeing-

What am I

To make

Of this?)

Dear God.

…Me at the road-side that day

And Tom

At your bedside,

Attending.

A witness

To your release

From this place transported

As silently into His arms;

you did pass.

(Copyright 2011, K.A.P.)