Little Serena
Author: Unknown
Born 15 years ago,
Premature - palm sized,
You struggled to grow.
God gave you great parents,
Who never abandoned you,
They fed you tirelessly,
Although you could not swallow.
Now you watch in silence,
No words are said,
You just make sounds,
Unintelligible to the human head.
Not that you are stupid,
Not that you have no feelings,
Just you, Serena, watching,
Watching everyone, some wicked.
I suppose God sent you here for a purpose,
You must be a lesson we should all learn,
You persevere no matter what,
When we all give up so soon here.
Serena, Baby Serena,
You shall remain a baby forever.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
This poem is dedicated to my niece who has down syndrome. When I heard of the premature delivery, I lost my way to the hospital. I was obviously upset. And now, just plain sad.
Comments (5)
Thank you for the comments. You have been very generous with your prayers. I read your profile, and I hope that you too will live a good life, and find someone who does not break your heart.
Best wishes