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I Can't Save Them All
by Jane E PearceI can't save them all,
except with prayers-
those that weep for
inverted lives, wishes
wrung dry, and children
with no more birthdays
to celebrate.
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I can love them all,
and feel the tears
on my own face, as I
reach to Heaven
for God's good Grace.
I can ask for a miracle,
to cause a small chest again
to rise and fall, breaths
to form words "Mommy,
I can hear you call".
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The mother cries out
to her child-"Please dear
say you are here with me again
as prayers and a miracle blend."
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I wish I could save them all,
but that only comes
from God above,but I can repair
their hearts until then
with an armful of love.
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07/15/2008 Posted on 07/16/2008
Copyright © 2025 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/16/08 at 02:27 AM Oh Jane, this is sad. I had to read it several times, since the emotional impact is so great. When older people die it's difficult enough, but when children leave this life it's even harder to bear. One sight that just tears me apart is a tiny coffin. No we can't save them all, but maybe we can dwell in the knowledge that they are safe with God and no more harm can come to them. Small comfort when the grief of missing a child shreds the person missing them. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/16/08 at 01:02 PM Love and heartbreak come through emphatically in this very tender poem. Beautifully stated! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/16/08 at 05:40 PM Thank God for prayer, huh? Your poem shows me how to reach out beyond the pain and the awful contradictions of inverted lives to spread on the balm of grace with the hand of God. |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 07/18/08 at 05:58 AM This poem took me back to a time when I work in a hospice setting. The personal pain of helplessness is amazingly accurately portrayed in your words. Well done and thanx for the reminder. --bf |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 01/02/09 at 04:15 PM AMAZING |
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