Treasure Island

Herbert Nehrlich

(04 October 1943 / Germany)

DIC


What a beautiful baby he was,
born with a healthy sucking reflex,
noisy at night, winking Benny Hill-like
during the day, making friends and fans,
sailed through school, flirting always
with long haired teachers, 'twas the eyes,
rose through the ranks of dad's firm,
fat retirement at the conclusion of hard
and occasionally thoughtful years,
only to have it all end prematurely.
Though he never did know the term they used,
disseminated intravascular coagulation.

Submitted: Monday, September 08, 2008

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (DIC by Herbert Nehrlich )

Enter the verification code :

  • Joseph Poewhit (9/8/2008 9:09:00 AM)

    Well it was just GODS will that the child die young - sorry. I was stationed in KITIZGEN GERMANY loved the country (Report) Reply

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  9. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  10. A Dream Within A Dream
    Edgar Allan Poe

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Mu jaha karibaku jauchhi (Odia), gajanan mishra
  2. What I am going to do, gajanan mishra
  3. It's My Lie, Leria Hawkins
  4. O, Believe! Yes, Believe!, Chris Schleier, Jr.
  5. The Best Is Yet To Come, Chris Schleier, Jr.
  6. Hope, Chris Schleier, Jr.
  7. Let the fire, gajanan mishra
  8. I Hear Her Singing, Chris Schleier, Jr.
  9. New Déjà Vu, Maharishi Deja Vu
  10. The Autumn Divine, Chris Schleier, Jr.

Poem of the Day

poet Alfred Lord Tennyson

It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]