February 03, 2000

"One Small Child"
By: Jamie Lauren Wyrick (Thursday, February 03, 2000)

One small child sitting on a grassy knoll,
with head bent low,
paying no heed as any child would
to bright flowers, warm spring winds,
butterflies, or birds singing shrill.
Fears had overcome him again,
and the tears poured out from a heart broken soul ...

People walked by on the roadway below,
and they all left him there ...
Many saw him crying,
but no one cared, they were too busy,
they'd seen it before.

He wished that only one person,
would take the time to stop and listen.
Feeling so lonely,
couldn't just one person understand
the heartache and the pain?
Despite the warm, trembling with hands so cold,
more tears coming now,
without stopping their flow.

Sometime later back at home,
through a hidden corner of the window he peered.
Another tear drop formed,
trickling silently down already pink cheeks.
Crying upon seeing what's inside.
A family he knew and loved, looking so happy,
yet the image made something inside him burst.
A family he saw.
A photograph, as it were.
Two son's, a daughter, a mother, a father,
all talking, all laughing, all sharing, all love.
Something seldom seen,
when he was around.
Pale lips trembling,
he turns away.
He sits beneath an oak tree, a wizened old brute,
gnarled and twisted, and quite old of root,
it's branches reaching skyward
to heaven itself,
quitely, he whispers, "God, please take me away ..."

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