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

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  • 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

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