My Little Soldier (III)

by Hellon   Aug 13, 2013


...and

When you suffer a hill
my pain is a mountain.
The stream of blood taken
becomes a river that
leads to the ocean
where my salty tears
find themselves
while you hold my hand
as you sleep...fitfully

But...my voice becomes a wave
as I caress you with yet another
silly story as you finally settle
...my little soldier...

@Hellon 13th August 2013

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  • 11 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Oh the metaphors in here come across so strongly. The love in this poem is so deep and it is really quite touching.

    I imagine a situation where you as a grandparent, or even a parent or family member is watching a little child go through something unpleasant. I assume they are getting a blood test, perhaps they have been unwell so I am picturing this scene in a hospital and I can feel the pain of not being able to take their pain away, but also the comfort they would feel that you are giving them.

    Beautiful little poem.