A Child Dies

A child dies.
What could come to mind to find it was wrong?
Only we can accept the responsibility for this angel of youth.
How can we face ourselves again?
We shouldn’t be able to.
A child lies breathless… lifeless… laughless… and still.
What could you think,
Knowing she can never be awakened?
Nothing could revive her,
Or replace the smile once again.

3-21-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire

My Child

My child,
In pain he came to acknowledge,
Breathless,
Without a cry,
Without the laughter,
Without the joy,
Without the simple words of…
….mommy.
Oh, as my baby lay in helplessness,
I felt of no worth
For this unawareness to
Conquer my love.
Of what value am I to my child
If I cannot chase the ache,
That I can’t even recognize?
My child,
Clang to me
In desperation for security,
Safety from the hurt.
Yet, I alone in imprisonment,
Was confined behind bars
Of ignorance.
My child,
Fought a battle
Of his own.
And it was God,
And God alone,
That spared
My child.

12-25-1989
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my son Anthoni
Happy Birthday, Jesus! ❤