Saturday, December 15, 2012

A Child Loaned

I am a writer and usually not at a loss for words, but I have none of my own for the tragedy at Sandy Hook School. My heart cannot comprehend the loss of all those children. As a parent, I have no words to express the sorrow I feel for those innocent souls. My heart breaks for the families of the adults that lost their lives. It is my personal belief that these children needed those adults to help them walk the path they are on now. This poem, written by Edward A. Guest and published in the Fort Worth Star mid 1930s, gave me a little peace. I post it here in the hope it will offer you the same.

A Child Loaned

I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine', he said,
'For you to love the while he lives, and mourn for when he's dead.
He may be six or seven years, or even two or three,
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
He'll bring his charm to gladden you, and, should his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true
And from the throng that crowd life's lanes I have selected you.
Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labour's vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call and take him back again?'

I fancied that I heard them say, 'Dear Lord, thy will be done,
For all the joys thy child shall bring the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may
And for the happiness we've known for ever grateful stay.
But, should the angels call for him much sooner than we'd planned
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.

1 comment:

  1. The words do provide some comfort. I appreciate any solace and hope the same for you.