Why Lord, Why a Child?
A beautiful day darkened by a black cloud
The smile on a child's face frozen to a frown
Eyes that had life stared with stricken fear
I saw his lips tremble followed by steams of tears
The driver watched shocked in his drunken state
For the child in my arms met the path of his fate
His frail body covered in blood, tangled, and broken
"Help me, I don't want to die" his words softly spoken
I closed my burning eyes gazing up to the sky
Thoughts raged racing in my mind " why lord, why?"
I look into those tiny eyes that sang of cheer and song
Gently stroking his face, I knew he would soon be gone
"I want my mommy,” he cried from his battered frame
My heart was broken; from tears I tried to restrain
He died in my arms without his mother by his side
Emotions that I held in, I could not longer hide
A heart rendering cry escaped and shook the air
My eyes met the drunkards and I could only stare
Would he say, “I am sorry,” would he even dare!
Would he remember this day, did he even care!
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