A Heavy Day (inspired from a true event)

[ChatmanTL]

A Heavy Day
inspired from a true event
by T Lewis Chatman

a storm came rolling in from the south
soothing, calming sounds of the water's splish and splash
sedated her two babes laid up with fever
it was a heavy day for a mother

cries from the aches of influenza
her grimace would remind them from their
sickly peering eyes that mommy's here
yeah, it was a heavy day

a phone call came as the sky crackled and flashed
from the cranky but kindly neighbor from across the lane
his fondness of the babes was said to be bewitching
he wanted to know if it was too heavy a day for the mom

very reluctant to put anyone out of their way
she knew the aspirin was running low
and the fevers provoked more wailin' from her babes
the heaviness was too much to ask the old to share

but the cranky old Mister did'nt give in to false pride
those little angels were needed here on earth
his old carriage was a powder blue station wagon
he called her Maggie and nothing was too heavy for her

he told the mother to get dressed
he was gonna bring over his sidekick Mickey
a pro at watching over and protecting his innocent little friends
nothing was too heavy for him

he was placed on the bed between the two infirmed
and curled up with his blue eyes trained on the door that closed
after a quiet span of 30 minutes time
the two returned bearing the relief of the babes symptoms
they slumbered to the rythmn of the rainfall

old Mister offered a moment of mature
conversation across the lane
they had a bird's eye view of her two little ones
she needed it on such a heavy day

only a little while later, the tots were disturbed by sirens
flashing red lights flicked in from out
the door opened hard with blowing wind and rain
a heavy hearted mother was escorted through by her sister

"why Lord? why" was her sorrowful statement
she was sat at the edge of the bed
wondering how to tell her babes that the old Mister
gave up his ghost to the death that had knocked on their door
yeah, it was such a heavy day

[Doreen Peri]

Oh my! What a story! The man gave his time and love to care for the babies because the mother was also sick, and then he died? Did I understand it right? This is very touching... so sad... but uplifting at the same time.

Narrative poetry telling a story is one of my favorite poetry genres.

Welcome to the Studio TL Chatman!

[ChatmanTL]

Yes, you are correct (except mother did'nt have the flu; she was just really tired from being up all night with two sick children by herself.)

The other awesome thing about it was, the next morning, we were both feeling perfectly well. We were sad, but virtually no flu symptoms, which gave mother time to help plan our friend's memorial services.

Thanks for reading.

[SadLuckDame]

This was wonderful.