Sunday, February 1, 2009
For You Brother
I was flipping through some that I’d had written a couple of years ago. My brother was trying to describe one that stuck out in his mind.
I kind of remember it, but then, I kind of didn’t.
Then I ran across this one. Now I remember!
Well, David my little bro, this one’s for you…
We talk a lot on the phone almost every day sometimes upwards of two to four hours.
He’d had put over hundred thousand miles last year listening to lonely songs of those eighteen wheels on the interstate.
I would travel with him sitting at home protected from the elements as he battled blizzards in the Dakotas, struggled through the driving rains in the heartland and the heat in Arizona-Texas.
I wrote this when I knew a couple that had lost their young one through an illness.
I'd remember the sense of helplessness going through it, then the point when one finally succumbs to the fate that’s handed down.
A Child’s Angle
Mommy, will I ever see an angel?
The child’s questions go on
Someday my little one
But when, you can never tell
Storm clouds moves over the young girl’s bed
Hush, my darling you need to sleep
They will take good care of you
Get well, everything will be alright
Mommy, I seen an angel in the room
She was over in the corner
Did she say anything?
She told me not worry; she’ll see me soon
Nurse, comes rushing to her side
Doctor, is there anything that can be done?
It’s up to a higher power now
She needs her rest and some quiet
Mommy, the angel spoke to me tonight
My little one
What did she say?
Sleep, follow my dream and take her hand
In lawns of green on a tree line street
Stands a statue of an angel that looks above
A plaque that reads our little one,
Went to heaven to find her angel to meet.