David McLansky

Freshman - 932 Points (5/24/1944 / New York City)

After The First Child's Death - Poem by David McLansky

After the first Child's Death
There was no dying;
God looked down
His soul bereft
Crying
Then He who invented Earth
Created Heaven;
Labored three days worth
Their bodies leaven;
As clouds rain tears
Angels skyward rise
Washed innocent of death
Buoyed by human sighs.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 6, 2012



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