Dominic

This is a poem from one of my creative writing classes a year ago. Enjoy :))


Dominic

Curls with hints of amber
Dressed his soft forehead,
An opaqueness of innocence
Radiating
Through sapphire eyes
As immensely blue as the ocean in all its splendor;
Something he’ll never see,
Only dream of as the breaths of his mother
Brush his tiny ear,
Telling of the soft, salty
Break of waves at the shore.

She’ll make wishes for him, her son –
The dear boy of his father.
He’ll long to feel those crystals of white in-between his tiny toes,
Yet… he never will.
He’ll never hear the call of the seagulls;
Never see their swooping motion
As they dive for their meals into the waters deep.

But he’s already experienced something far greater.
The motherly kiss
From lips that smell of refreshing lilac;
He knows not what the fragrance is yet,
But it tickles his little nose with delicate affection.
A simple smirk forms upon his small lips,
Those which were no bigger
Than the end of her pinky.

She will tell him of the water so very far away,
And of the beauty His hand created,
The earthly one he will never set his eyes upon,
But will be shown by His Father as he sits on His knee.

She will give him kisses,
His little chest heaving up and down, up and down from
Laborious breaths taken at moments that terrify her;
Her soul sobbing for something more,
Something more for him to hold close to,
To hope for.
It must have been a hundred kisses
Laid upon his warm, soft curls,
His small forehead,
His tiny lips,
His little nose.

Every ounce of him came from her;
Yet he belonged in His arms.

Her soul ached to feel his touch again,
To feel his small grip around her finger,
To caress his silky smooth skin;
Yet she knew this sweet face
Would forever be as sweet as this moment,
For she heard the Heavenlies were amazingly gorgeous,
And I AM a beautiful, spectacular sight like none other.
He created him did he not? She asks herself.
He’ll know how to hold him just right.


Explanation: I used to babysit this little boy [i'll call him "G"] a couple of years ago. When G was only 2 years old he was diagnosed with cancer, but thankfully GOD healed him after successful chemo treatments. G has gone through more in his small life than I have ever! He is such a strong little guy. He is now a healthy little boy who is full of life and energy. Prayer does work, people! This poem came from afterthoughts of what if G hadn't been healed... Sometimes things happen and we don't know why they happen, but they do. I don't know why G had cancer and I won't know until that glorious day when I see my GOD, but I do know some of the good that came out of the worst situation imaginable for a mom. Things like that build people up, they make them look toward GOD. They help you to praise Him in the bad days. I wanted this poem to speak how even though this little guy "Dominic" in the poem didn't survive, there was a plan for Him. It taught his mother to trust GOD, and it shows how beauty is in everything - sometimes we just have a hard time seeing it right away.