When I looked upon your tiny
delicate face, pressed my
lips gently against a soft
cheek. Tickled your chin, you
looked up and smiled.
At that moment I knew God had
stormed heaven seeking for me
one of his most precious rose
buds.
As weeks turned to months,
months to years, my first
impression of you was correct.
Do you remember that terrible
accident so long ago? Bodies
thrown upon the highway, blood
flowing freely. The smell of
death was everywhere. Out of
all that chaos, you stood up
and walked away.
The only survivor.
I know in my heart of hearts,
God looked down, and saw you in
distress. Thinking, I must protect
protect my rosebud from harm.
Suddenly the phone rang, my heart
began to quiver. Then a voice
quietly said, 'Leah is safe.'
I am eternally grateful for you.
You are my mainstay, my
daughter, my first love.
I was run over by the little old lady from Pasedena in 1962. My last comment said 1952. typo...I didnt walk away for thee weeks but here I am walking the walk and at my age feeling the aftermath at times. God Bless you and yours.Pup
How traumatic it must have been. You expressed your feelings with depth. Thank you for sharing.
A beautiful recllection about a dear daughter mixed with the memories of a traumatic accident! The poem is made so warm by a mother's genuine concerns about a dear daughter! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was in 62...oops....I was twelve years old and count my blessings after a short coma. Only the good die young they say. Pup