| THE GARDEN....PAGE 1 THIS ONE WAS WRITTEN BY REQUEST. I RECEIVED AN EMAIL FROM ONE OF MY READERS WHO TOLD ME ABOUT A FRIEND OF HERS WHO HAD SUFFERED THIS KIND OF TRAGEDY AND WAS UNABLE TO MAKE WHAT SEEMED LIKE AN IMPOSSIBLE DECISION. SHE SAID THAT MY "STORIES" HAD TOUCHED HER SO OFTEN OVER THE YEARS AND WOULD I WRITE ONE TO HELP HER FRIEND. TALK ABOUT FEEL INADEQUATE!!!!!!! BUT I SAID I'D TRY. SO I PRAYED...(A LOT!!) AND THEN WROTE "THE GARDEN..." NEVER HEARD BACK FROM THE READER SO WE'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, BUT LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE, IT'S IN GOD'S HANDS!! |
The darkened room was silent Save for the whispering sounds Beeps and small metallic clicks Of machines that stood around Tubes and hoses connected each Like a spider web gone wild To both arms, the head and throat Of the tiny, sleeping child Her blond curls formed a halo In the rooms reflected light As the hospital pace of the ICU Slowed in the dead of night Close beside the child’s bed A woman with red-rimmed eyes Whose blond hair matched the little curls Sat as though paralyzed She’d been trapped inside this nightmare now For almost two long weeks Watching her daughter fade away As tears rolled down her cheeks At the start, she’d cried and prayed Begging God to think again Her little girl was all she had How could this be the end? An accident took her parents Before her husband took her hand… Then he’d died before his daughter’s birth How much more could she stand? For seven years now she and Emily Had supported one another The love they shared so very strong That all they needed was each other Emily was her cornerstone The foundation of her life Her reason to rise and face each day Despite the constant stress and strife Then one day, without warning While she was on her way to school A speeding drunk behind the wheel Had broken every rule… Now her bright and bubbly little girl With eyes so like her dad’s Lay silent, still, unmoving She’d lost all she ever had… The doctor’s words came rushing back To haunt her once again “Ma’am, I know it’s hard to hear But your daughter’s reached the end… ….There’s nothing more that we can do I know the news is hard to take But the words must still be said She’s never going to wake Her brain is dead, there is no hope She’ll not recover here… Give her soul back to the Lord Where there is no pain or fear” Again the woman felt the rage That had filled her at his words Furious, she’d stalked from the room Acting like she hadn’t heard “The Lord”, she snorted in disgust “Mercy and tales of Heaven! God Himself needs a wake up call My Emily is only seven!” |
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