There is no Balm in Gilead, This is for and dedicate to Sylvia Options

[Guest_ohsteve_*]

There is no Balm in Gilead

There is no balm in Gilead, today,
two small coffins lay o'er
the empty pits of despair.
The souls of two children have been shattered,
they are not as they used to be.
Fear, horror; sudden sounds
make them jump, but they shed no tears.
There is no belief in them
that a parent has gone so suddenly.
Eight sharp shocks, repeat in their ears,
over and over, even adult minds cannot conceive.
They haven't buried a parent, just the innocence
of what used to be childhood.

Oct 8, 2010
© Steve Pray

[Psyche]

Thank you so much, Steve, for this caring, insightful and highly well-written poem.

The metaphorical allusion, mentioning "two coffins", is impressive. So is the finale. The death of innocence, after such a ghastly experience.

I thank you so very much, Steve, for having dedicated this poem to me. My son-in-law's condition had improved, but he's had a setback, we still don't know how severe.

I'll be writing privately to you & others about this, it's not a palatable topic for the forums. I just haven't had the will-power to do so, so far.

Many hugs, and you take care as well, Steve! I admire your stamina, indeed.

Syl***