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01June2006
Leon Knight
Death Pleading With the Mother of a Dying Child
| DEATH: | Mother, let me have your child. I will hold her—oh, so gently—so you can rest awhile. |
| MOTHER: | No! You can't have her. Her fever's high. Her poor heart's pounding. She needs me. I'm her mother. I best keep on holding on. |
| DEATH: | But you need rest, and so does she. I'll croon sweet lullabies while angels chorus for eternity. |
| MOTHER: | I am tired, and she's in such pain. But I must hold on. You can't have her. I love her. I won't let her go. |
| DEATH: | I know you love her. But I'll soothe away her pain. I'll cool her fever forever so she'll never suffer again. Please, mother, let me hold your child. |
| MOTHER: | She is my baby-child—she's in such pain—and I love her so. I have to submit—I have to let her go. Here, you can have my child. |
| DEATH: | Thank you, dear mother. You'll know—in time—what I ask is right. And, I promise, you'll hear the songs of love I sing for her, you'll hear them every night. |
| MOTHER: | Yes, I know each midnight as she suckles, each time she's at my breast, I'll hear those songs of love till I join her at her rest. |
| DEATH: | Thank you, dear mother. |
About the author: Some Words Have Wings, Poetry and Other Words, Guild Press, P.O. Box 22583, Robbinsdale, MN 55422. Reprinted with permission.
Copyright © 1985 by Leon Knight. All rights reserved.
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