To Collin, a little boy who is free now. He can play football like he always wanted to. He will be missed. May God's love surround him and his family. Peace be with them.
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The last time she had a crush
It was on him
Three years ago
And now…
He’s gone
The last time he was strong
With a shock of blond hair
Three years ago
And…
No more
What else is there to write
About a little boy
Who’s life disappeared
Three short years
After he became a cancer patient?
I can’t say that I knew him
I met him twice
I can’t say I know what it was like
Being prodded with needles a few times
Compared to
Sister
No more
Mother Father
No longer
Are they still a family?
Three years ago
Who was this beaming boy?
Who was this beautiful family?
Who are they now?
Who will they be without their boy?
Their little, little boy
Children shouldn’t have to go through that
Little children shouldn’t have to die
They shouldn’t!
they can’t
It’s not fair
It’s not fair
It’s not fair
IT’S NOT FAIR
No…
God, why?
Why this little boy?
Why must you take him from
The arms of his family and community
Into yours instead?
Yours are much better
I know that
He is safe and free
He is new and whole
But, why?
The community rallied together for this little boy
Was that the purpose of his struggle?
To save a town
Flourishing with fakes
By not saving a boy?
A little boy?
Was that his purpose?
To hold a group of people so tightly in his weak grip
That once he was gone
They would still stick together?
Like glue
Perhaps I see now, Lord
I see
I don’t like it
But I see
YOU ARE READING
Long Way Home
SpiritualPart 2 of the "Contemplative Compositions" series. After "Things to Think About" but you can read them in any order! Happy reading! FanTABULOUS cover by: @silentlaughter
