Poetry

When Looking to the West

written by: Deena6a

When Looking to the West



When looking to the West
I saw with my eyes
A tiny child
Trying desperately to fly
Tightly around his ankles
it was plain to see
metal gorging chains
wouldn't let him free
tears of gold
streamed down his face
a wicked spider waits for a taste
tiny wings down his back
white hair flowing
wildly
he turns to see me
hand reached begging
slowly creeping towards him
I wondered deeply
is this a sin?
Small heavenly smile appears
as I slowly whip away his tears
his touch
the child
is so divine
his laughter tinkles like
tiny chimes
He pulls the chain
that holds him down
and points his finger to the ground
his large green eyes
search my face
So I turn the chains to lace
quickly loosen it away
the child goes and flies
into the day
Lying down upon the ground
I watch the child
I had found
flying
flying
further away
I knew my child
could never stay
Born into a dead body
go be free
my little Scotty

This poem was written, for a person who had to make the terrible choice to let her child go. (child was not named Scotty)realizing that to let the child pass on, they were setting them free.