L.B. Strawn

Meg - Poem by L.B. Strawn


'Tis so hard for us who mourn
The passing of a loved one, dear,
To understand why God has torn
From us this one who was so near.

But, if we just a moment reflect,
Then we can, in better light
For God does not neglect,
Has only caused the soul in flight
To come within His view.

This one so active, full of life,
Did not mature to full grown age
Will never know this world of strife,
Nor now must never master rage.

She was taken ere this came
And, though our lives will never be the same,
They are the brighter for having known
This child, who, from our side, has flown.

This dear, sweet life, so briefly met,
So tender, young and full of love,
Has, in that brief span, touched us all,
Then swiftly flown to rest, above.

By L. B. Strawn
Meg Died 12-19,1966. We were notified within 2-3 days.
This poem was written that evening.

Topic(s) of this poem: Death

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Meg was her nickname, Megan was the true. My wife lived with the family of her best friend, while in high school, in Montgomery, Alabama. After our marriage we move to California, and Megan was born several years afterward, and was the niece of my wife's best friend. She was four when we met her. She had Cystic Fibrosis and would be dead by the time she was five. About two months later they called and said she was dead. While showering, words came tumbling into my mind, unguided and unplanned. I had written one poem as a high school assignment but never thought of writing more poetry, until this death of such a beautiful and sweet child. That broke the dam that was holding my thoughts and the water started flowing. Now I have written 1400 or possible more.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 12, 2014

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