Joey's Reprieve - Poem by Benjamin Sorvel
Joey was a young lad, of maybe eight or nine.
He played with bats and balls all day, and everything seemed fine.
But Joey started feeling strange, into his teenage years.
His head became full of pains, and he couldn't stop the tears.
His parents took him to the quacks, as soon as they had saw.
The diagnosis was a tumour, and young Joey dropped his jaw.
His life could be taken away, before it even starts.
He'd never feel the love of two, interconnected hearts.
He'd never meet his heroes, or play for a famous team.
He'd never sit and write a poem, out beside a fresh water stream.
But the doctors said he'd be okay, if he lost his hair.
To therapy he then was carried, and given the utmost care.
Joey had the treatment, but the news was all but good.
He knew the end was coming, he fully understood.
His mother started praying, right beside his bed.
But Joey stopped her wishing for hope,
And then he faintly said;
'We're too far from nowhere, for a miracle to ever occur.
Angels fear to tred here, and the devil himself does concur.'
But his mother couldn't hear this, she refused to disbelieve.
She didn't care to imagine, Joey without a reprieve.
Her baby was to leave her, before he was even grown.
She longed for more time with him, even if it was on loan.
So she never left his side, right up until the end.
And Joey's final words to her,
Were 'Mother I'm leaving now, but you'll remain my bestest friend.'
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