A Young Boy Died Today
15 December, 2003
Author: KitKatrina
A young boy died today,
This boy was only three,
So young and so sick,
And now this boy is free,
Too young to hold a memory,
Too young to understand,
Why he had died today,
Lying in his momma’s hand,
She prayed a hedge of protection,
As she stared into his eyes,
Watching him each waking hour,
Until her son would die,
The time was drawing near,
She held him oh so tight,
Hoping for a miracle,
Praying God would do what’s right,
She felt his heart beat slower,
Shorter and shorter it got,
She prayed for it to beat faster,
But surely, it did not,
As he took his very last breathe,
She prayed that he would linger,
He gave her a weak smile,
And squeezed her pinky finger,
Little by little his hand fell,
His smile became no more,
The presence of this little boy,
Slowly flew out the door,
She screamed with such sadness,
Hugged her lifeless child,
Cried through the night,
Remembering the time he smiled,
He knew that he was leaving,
And that he wouldn’t come again,
So he smiled for his momma,
As his life came to an end,
A young boy died today,
This boy was only three,
So young and so sick,
And now this boy is free.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| marty henry (206.158.10.6) -- Wednesday, December 17 2003, 06:22 pm Excellent work KitKatrina. You really took me in on this story. It reminds me when my friend lost her child. Like in the words you wrote, she screamed with such sadness. thank you MH |
| Terrie* (65.148.210.198) -- Thursday, December 18 2003, 07:12 am your words are written very beautifully..i see this just 'bout everyday in my line of work..and a sad one it is....emotions go very deep..in all deaths..it just seems harder to grasp when it is the life of a child that is lost...thank you for your tribute..it means alot to every parent whom has lost a child ..Terrie* |
| KitKatrina (68.113.60.103) -- Thursday, December 18 2003, 09:45 pm Yeah, when I wrote this poem I had a lot of feeling for it. I put in all the emotions as vividly as I could. It IS harder to grasp when a young child dies. I pray for all of you who have lost a loved one, young or old. It's hard to move on, but they'll always be with you. Thank you for the comments you guys! God Bless! ~Katrina |
| LCN (67.30.23.40) -- Monday, December 29 2003, 03:46 am A good friend of mine lost her child when he was eighgt years old. He tied in her arms while he was in a coma. This poem describes her situation perfectly. You have a great talent. I look forward to reading more of your works. |
| Holly A. Badolato (12.34.167.143) -- Sunday, January 18 2004, 03:16 am I am 17 and i got to watch my boyfriend die and a year after he died his son who was 3 followed the dog out the doggie door and was hit by a car and i know how bad it hurts because i helped raise that little boy..his mother died giving birth. his twin sister also died when she was born..and i miss them all so much. Thank you for writing this poem...i know you didnt write this for me but it means alot to me.... |
| mandy (65.120.2.245) -- Wednesday, January 21 2004, 02:53 am my little brother died at 3... its the hardest thing in the world to loose someone u love.ur an awesome writer keep it up..--mandy |
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