... My Fight For Life... Poem by Ken e Hall

MY FIGHT FOR LIFE



ROUND ONE. I'm ready fit chubby with Gods armour of love
Millions of years evolving gentle pure as a dove
Five days old giggles sleeping kicking strong
A baby boy I am so many inches long


My fight was unevenly matched for sure
Turmoil mindset heart ache wretched poor
Mothers love escapes on the back of a dragon bending in sane
Blanket and plastic wrapped I'm launched down a drain

My next appointment concrete ten feet down
Ends my free fall out for the count with an injured crown
Five days pass Gods plan keeps me alive I start to cry
I hear cars and life passing by

An angel from heaven beckens two cyclists to rest so near
The cry they hear they think its a cat in fear
On inspection they cry its a baby down in this hole
I'm so weak just by a tiny span of time I cling on to my soul

The police and medics arrive to find me alive and still
News goes vi-rel and all are amazed at my tiny strength and will
The pro's and cons of why I am here leads to a no where reason
Which led God's hand to stop this life's treason





NB.the true horror story in the western suburbs of Sydney Australia