The Youngest Hero's
A Mother sits with tears
Holding her sons hand
Trying to find a reason
Fighting to understand
Praying for a miracle
For her five year old
Leukemia hasn't won
Or the ending told
The Youngest Hero's
A seven year old little girl
Long blonde hair
In a hospital room
In her wheelchair
Paralyzed from a fall
Her spirits are dim
Her chances of walking
Are very slim
The Youngest Hero's
A tiny newborn baby
Born premature
Struggling for every breath
His future so unsure
A little tiny body
A brave spirit within
Keep fighting , little one
You will win
The Youngest Hero's
They are in hospital and homes
Take a look around
There the sick and the helpless
Can be found
Their courage speaks
Through hearts that shine
These little children
Could be yours are mine...
This poem touched my heart. After a long battle with Cancer, the loss of my eyesight as a result, I understand this poem. Only, I've ask God so many times, why our children must suffer. Only he has the answer. A beautiful tribute.
Linda,
Your poem has great feeling and brings to our attention the plight of those little ones very often forgotten. Yes, they are heroes. Thank you for sharing.
Linda,
I can see that you have a heart for children. This poem is sad and beautiful. We so often take our children's health for granted. Thanks for the reminder of how blessed I am.
A very caring write! You've expressed some profound images of the trials and ensuing courage of young sick and disabled children. While suffering for any human being is a terrible thing, nothing can be worse than for poor innocent children to suffer.
What a moving and touching write dear friend! Brings back so many memories for me...when my daughter turned four she was diagnosed with a bone disease which sent us to Shriner's children hospital where she would be examined by a number of specialists and then fitted for leg braces, therapy, ect. I recall the sadness in my heart when the doctor gave me the diagnoses and the days of worry before we went to Shriners felt like months or years. I recall feeling that I had the weight of the world on my shoulders, my heart heavy, and aching for my child whom I was told would never live a "normal" life. No bicycles, never cheerleading, no gymnastics, no pregnancies! Finally the day arrived...I walked into this enormous place and took a look around, feeling sorry for myself. It took three minutes to discover just how blessed I was. My child was the healthiest and luckiest child in the entire hospital! There were children there who were missing their arms, legs, and one missing both. Children with cancer, severe burns...and I was tormented because my daughter would have to wear corrective braces! Shame on me! You are right this is the place where heroes are found! I found many of them during our many visits, made many friends, and found much strength through prayer during this time. To make a long story short...my daughter was given a miracle from God, she was healed completely and made whole after much effort and failure from the doctors. Things were looking hopeless, nothing was working! I gave it to God, and in turn He gave her a brand new bone! The doctors were and continue to be amazed! Her xrays were my proof! She rode a bicycle, cheerleaded, done gymnastics, played soft ball, lead a normal life of a child and teen and is now a wonderful mother! Aint God Great!!!! Loved this write my friend, reminded me once again, of a difficult time in my life as well as my daughters, but more importantly reminded me of how blessed we are! Thank you for this beautiful write and a gentle reminder!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Beautiful and compassionate write my friend. Very poignant. In emotion, I don't know if I'd be able to hold it all together. Your a strong soul and you're definitely blessed with the Grace of God. Warm (((Hugs))) Paul.
These "Youngest Hero's" fight so long and hard to survive and overcome their frailties. My heart always goes out to them because so many cannot verbalize or understand. It is very heartbreaking to deal with. God does help get us all through.
In the face of the greatest odds, we find children aren't as fragile as we thought: there is a strong resiliency to their spirit, the will to LIVE. Beautifully inpsiring sharing, Linda, well done.
When vacationing at a mysterious Maine lighthouse, ten-year-old Dylan befriends a ghostly lighthouse keeper who must protect Dylan from danger after he learns a very big secret.
God Bless
Michelle~
Ron
Your poem has great feeling and brings to our attention the plight of those little ones very often forgotten. Yes, they are heroes. Thank you for sharing.
Oliver
This poem says plenty about compassion.
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I can see that you have a heart for children. This poem is sad and beautiful. We so often take our children's health for granted. Thanks for the reminder of how blessed I am.
Steve
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Beautiful and compassionate write my friend. Very poignant. In emotion, I don't know if I'd be able to hold it all together. Your a strong soul and you're definitely blessed with the Grace of God. Warm (((Hugs))) Paul.
Be safe,
Karen
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.