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

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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

[Eisa]

Hi Steve

A very sensitive poem for our friend - excellent writing! Your work is getting better each time I read it.

Snow