Little Molly Johnson, the girl with huge blue eyes
She was a special person, the power to hypnotise
Her smile was so infectious, each person was her friend
So no-one ever mentioned that she was near the end.
I really can't imagine the pain that she was in
A six year old with cancer to me it was a sin
She laughed at every needle just for her mothers sake
Her bones beyond repairing, endured another break.
On earth there was an angel, so calm and free from sin
Sweet death was her redeemer, at last she could begin
To see the joys that beckoned within that wall of pain
For she would find true freedom, be free to live again.
At last she is departed, yet she is with us now
She gave us all a lesson, we learnt it then, somehow
So selfless in her living, although she was so small
For little Molly Johnson was really ten feet tall.
A contest entry
- TEN THOUSAND POINTS OF RHYME (Now 20,000+) Part 8 Sad/Nostalgia by cricketjeff.
1500 points, ended January 24, 2008, 51 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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When my youngest son was six he was diagnosed with cancer. He didn't laugh at the needles, he kicked either his mother or me each time, but never attempted to refuse his treatment or complained. I am very pleased to say he is now a hulking brute of almost 18. A poem, beautifully written, to remind me how lucky I was.
Thank-you very much for your continued support in the series. When we started running these it was hard to find rhymers on AP who would admit their guilty secrets, now many of the best "Free-Versers" are entering!
On a more personal level I know that this series has improved my own poetry enormously and that Sue feels the same. We have also met a great many poets we did not know existed several of whom I now class as friends.
If you take your time to read a few other entries we both hope all the entrants will improve in the same ways.
Thank-you very much for this entry.
Jeff and Sue
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Very touching write here. I've known children, babies and/or their families--some died at birth or shortly after, and I wasn't able to meet them, but I was close to their parents and we all expected healthy, sweet bundles. It's hard, I know. And, your write kind of shared the other side, how much a child will do to protect parents because they have such a purity in their compassion. Best to you in the contest! Be blessed.--Kel
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Thankyou for your comments.These youngsters could teach us a thing or two about bravery, Ros
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