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Childless no Longer
When the medical tests predicted
I would probably be childless
sadness descended. I saw myself
growing old, alone and uncomforted
by precious little hands
Yet somehow the sky saw my tears
and it rained children! One, two,
three, four. Unbelievable.
So many of the places my four kids
have taken me to are unbelievable.
A son who is blessed with child after
child yet hardly has the wherewithal
to provide them comfortable lodging.
Another son who loves children yet
has remained without his own, and a
third who has remained a child himself
into his tangled adulthood.
And a daughter, incredibly
my own – a beautiful late blooming flower.
All these thoughts in a week where ten
beautiful children lost their lives in a
senseless avoidable accident.
And the world goes on spawning, mourning
and yawning – because that’s the way
the world is.
© Johnmichael Simon
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