Death Of A Child Poem by Christina L Johnson

Death Of A Child

Rating: 4.5


When death comes knocking at your
Door
Your knees are the first to hit the floor
Every breath you take from here after
Becomes a struggle

As my heart is slowly breaking apart
I now have been sentenced
To a life of pain and sorrow
Never looking fore ward to
Another tomorrow

Our maker and creator had it
All wrong when he sent the angel of
Death down to take my son
I was to go first how could he forget

God you took the wrong one home
For a mother should never have to
Burry one of their own -

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 05 December 2010

Very deep and powerful writing. Let it flow.

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Mohammad Akmal Nazir 05 December 2010

Ah! Your poem made me teary. It's really very tragic to see our little ones meeting death at tender age. Your poem has a lot of pathos. Nice write.

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