by Isaiah Paul

Created on: January 28, 2008

Was it Me?

Did I, dear Lord, Please tell me was it me

That caused this boy, my son, defective be?

Was it some sin or sins that I let grow

That caused his arms, his legs, his heart, to go?

Was it me?

Did I, dear Lord, please tell me was it me

That caused Sir Gower to display a gait

That stumbles, tumbles, crumbles, and falls strait,

While trying to run with others his age?

Was it me?

A loving child, with kisses free given.

Eyes Blue, hair blond; cheeks dimpled with rare frown,

Not knowing that his sentence is a life

Immobile, and fraught with early decay.

Was it me?

What shall I say dear Lord when that time comes

For questions ask'd, fears expressed with tear

Torrents flowing from azure pain fill'd eyes?

Shall I tell my son, while I weep as well,

It Was me?

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