A Dry Well No Longer by @_cwconsulting
Updated: Apr 12
The too-bright florescent lights hum
as you lie in your plastic bin – a bed?
Your body, yet unscathed by sunlight, is exposed,
save a tiny diaper and a cloth for padding.
I shiver slightly, the body's way of warming.
Seeing you without clothes, I understand why you wail.
Listening to you I am still amazed.
How can that sound come from you?
No bigger than my hand
but your cry pierces my ear – my heart.
Why do the nurses take their time?
Just strolling around the room
as these poor kids cry.
Hungry, tired, dirty, lonely, cold?
I look down again at your flailing form,
wild and full of life – only hours old.
I want to reach out and touch you,
let you know that I am here.
Someone who loves you.
Someone who cherishes you.
Someone devoted to you.
I reach out towards you, pausing
your arm no wider than my finger.
So fragile a body – a life.
But you grab my finger with your minuscule hand,
pull it to your cheek,
and stop crying.
No words needed to be spoken.
No letters transferred to paper.
Our love was simply present
and connected through a simple touch.
And from somewhere deep within
emotions that had become memory
exploded once more.
Tears of joy, tears of hope
tears of sadness, tears of understanding
tears of expectations, tears of pride.
You brought forth water
from a well that was once dry.
Name: Charles Williams
Place of residence: Schererville, IN
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