A young child died the other day with luekemia at the age 13, I received a prayer request two weeks before her death, I was move to write this, and ended it when heard of her passing. I share this today to help enlighten others and reach out to a family losing a child or love one, they need you and it is the compassionate thing to do. Help fight the diseases that are killing our children. Become an advocate for the famlies and children. Thank You
Sharon Khardaji
Dear World "Little Abby’s Song"
Dear World, my little Abby’s courageously fighting, frightfully frail and weak.
I’m holding on so tightly, God…. I can hardly breathe,
Though my heart is breaking, lovingly I whisper, while kissing her little cheek,
My little angel not to worry, God’s here, so fight for Mommy please . . .
Her little frightened eyes bravely watching, as she gently comforts me,
She softly whispers, "Mommy not to worry, if God’s sweet angels come for me."
Her little words tugged at my heart, for my little one will soon be going home.
Please God, relieve her suffering, I have prayed many nights alone.
I have watched as they stuck and probed her little body week after week,
I stay clutching her so tightly; God it’s a miracle I seek!
Each time her little eyes shut, I am frightened she will not awake,
So world shout to the heavens, mercifully pray my baby’s pain away!
Dear World, I pray your help for sometimes so sleepless, I can barely walk,
When my pain is heavy, please kindly listen, pray I’ll not be bitter and allow me to talk.
In need of gentle kindness, your prayers, try to understand my awful pain and
Bestow a caring hand; imagine your child slowly dying, in a Mother’s helpless hands.
Grieving for she’ll soon be gone, sobbing, "God I’m lost and…. So alone!"
Willing her little breath to pass my cheek, so please stay kind if I falter weak,
And if I lash out in anger, understand my baby’s dying and will soon be leaving me.
For Dear World it may be more than I can bear, if my little girl slips away from me….
Dear World…. Although a mother pained and torn, a compassionate breeze airing her heartfelt cry, " If it is thine will, Oh Lord, Allow my little girl a peaceful passage; protect her little soul, for God my little Abby’s only thirteen….
Lovingly, keep her in thine hands O’ Lord
…. Please hold her close to Thee…."
I dedicate this poem in the memory of "Sweet Abby"
God Bless and comfort this family in their time of need
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