On the seventeenth you came© Gerald England
from your mother's womb
sixty-plus years and a day
after the grandmother
whose name you bear
And on the seventeenth next
you were lowered into the tomb
freshly dug for you and
for your family that follow
The Lord gave you to us
and for three heavy weeks
you were our joy, our hope,
and our future
Your little life fought hard
You showed your will
When the nurses fed you through your nose
disregarding pain your tiny hands
yanked out the plastic tube
your nose upturned in contented peace
Late on the twelfth your heart gave out
We thank God for those three weeks
We praise him in our grief
He wipes away our fears
and dries our requiescent tears
We have learnt what it is to grieve
We have passed through the severity
of our sufferings
and we are finding that incomprehensible peace
which always will be yours
Composed: Oldham, 25th October 1975
Publications
1977 EYES (Huddersfield, Sight Saving Association)
1981 DADDYCATION (Ashton under Lyne, New Hope International)
The briefest lessons are often the most memorable.
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