Tommy By (Gina Maria Ann Lux) Or Mum For Short Poem by duncan wyllie

The Children were playing
On a hot summers day
In a field near the river
Among sweet smelling hay

They shreiked and they laughed
And had so much fun
Then got tired and thirsty
Beneath the hot sun

Race you home, shouted David
Will meet you by the den
He was always the leader
What a great age to be ten

His sister Jemima
Had just turned eight
And Tommy was five
And their very best mate

They ran through the meadows
And their laughter rang out
Not one of them noticed
Tommy wasn't about

He'd gone down to the river
Co's he couldn't run fast
When the three were racing
He'd always come last

So he took of his shoes
And he took of his socks
Then splashed in the water
And climbed on some rocks

But the rocks were slippery
And tommy cried out
But nobody heard him
There was no-one about

He fell in the river
His chances were slim
He'd been trying to learn
But couldn't yet swim

He went under and thought
He was going to die
And a silent prayer rose
From the deep like a cry

Please lord this is Tommy
And I'm only five
Please send me an Angel
To keep me alive

There was a flurry of wings
And a very bright light
And a hand reached out
And pulled Tommy in sight

Layed him down on the bank
So gentle and kind
He was cold-he was wet
But he sure didn't mind

His prayer had been answered
He was still alive
Oh thankyou my Angel
Love Tommy-aged five