{ 4 Mar 2009 }
Why?
[Poem written by Jimbo's mother in her book "My Son Jimbo"]
What divine hand chose two out of countless
cells to join and create a spark of life?
A single cell bearing the total blueprint
of a unique individual.
And after countless divisions and divisions
a perfect baby, unlike any ever born
before.
And then a child, a boy, a man.
Surely even God must weep to see his
magnificent creation gone at the dawn of his
adulthood.
What can the anguished survivors do
but cry out, “Why?”
Kimberly
What a powerful poem! I can feel your mother’s anguish. This brought stinging tears to my eyes!
March 5, 2009 >> 4:47 am