This is a poem to Daniel

A child of eight years long

Years corrupted at times with anger

Fear and pain

As shadows drew close, stirring demons within

I sat up night asking, had your time so soon come

A heart so damaged fought with every beat

Body so small, so frail, how long I wondered could you fight

Almond eyes of blue glanced up as you where wheeled away

Fifty fifty was all they would say

I remember thinking farewell, hope to see you again

Shan’t say goodbye,

Wandering would it do any good to pray or cry

It’s been ten minutes since the bus was due

I really should learn not to worry

A honk from a horn and here runs you

Hair alive in the golden sun, your eyes reflecting the blue above

A bundle of joy, forever a child

The sweetest ever of little boys

The lesson learned here and along the way

Is yes, sometimes it does do good to pray.