"Tiny"
“Tiny”
This is the word
that comes to his mind
He blots at his
weary eyes
Almost a year,
He feels a sense of
triumph,
A sense of loss,
Of belonging to a
cause
To keep this tiny
thing from harm
Her eyes are blue
So blue you wouldn’t
believe that hue
And he finds that
the only thing he can do
Is cry
Asking a million
times why
Her palms close
around his pinkie finger
Tragic how his
thoughts just linger,
On everything she’ll
never do
Marriage, college,
prom too,
And wonders for the
first time in his life
What it is that
causes strife
In happy normal
families
Where was he when
they taught about
How to handle
tragedies?
His eyes well with
tears,
With the weight of
all his newfound fears
And he wonders if,
Through the years
She’ll ever find
herself a home
Apart from his and
his wife’s own
A first time father
full of hope
Choking on his own
length of rope
Her eyes so blue
they watch him
And not a thing can
stop them.
She doesn’t know,
She will not grow,
Nor is aware
That it’s rude to
stare
So on and on she
looks
The face of her
father like a picture in a book
And her mother
wonders about tomorrow
Will it pass with
little sorrow?
This little girl
they’re holding
How long will it be
before the drowning
Stops
She thinks at last
of heaven
Truthfully, she
didn’t believe, even then
But she found time
to examine that again,
Looking at a face
In need of some
spiritual grace
Will there be a
place
For her to be
After the tragic,
After she’s free
From all the pain
and disease
Gearing up in her
Tiny
Body
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