A baby born before his time
Many moons ago.
A gallant little fighter
Who would not let life go.

He fought to live with courage great,
He breathed once on his own,
Removed his tubes all by himself,
He was doing this alone!

The life he lived was not one month,
I saw him every day.
I gave the milk that he was fed,
And hoped but did not pray.

The nuns around him did that job
As well as nursing him.
I felt no God would let him die
Because I sang no hymn.

Despite this hope, his fight, this care
His life was much too short.
But I’ve six and forty years of love
For the joy he would have brought.

~ by Anne Powles on October 27, 2018.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: