It was a hard day for us all,
That last day in the wood,
That day we saw you slip and fall
From where you sweetly stood.
One minute, you were singing songs
And laughing merrily,
And softly humming pleasant tunes
And smiling airily.
The next you lay upon the ground,
Your song no longer sounding,
Your smile gone, no longer found,
Your laugh no more resounding.
And when we saw the injury
Upon your lovely head,
Our hearts quaked as we held you close
And saw how bad you bled.
And then we helped you to the coach,
And tried to sooth your mind,
They drove you where you would get care;
I, downcast, stayed behind.
But now that frightening day is gone,
And you are on the mend,
And resting quietly at home
While I this poem send.
How good to see that you still smile,
And sing within your heart,
For even though your head was hit,
You did not fall apart.
Sometimes a thing like this can show
How precious is each moment given,
And how so blessed it is to know
A friend so sweet, when almost taken.
Know how oft your words have soothed
Sad heart and weary mind,
How sweet your songs, and lovely laugh,
And smile, so true and kind.
So rest, dear sister, do not fret
The days ahead while you sit still;
For soon again you'll dance upon
The sunny glen and wooded hill.
I wrote this poem and posted it Sunday, July 15th. The previous Thursday, my cousin Libby fell and suffered a bad concussion on the last day of our extended family vacation, and had to be taken to the hospital. I was at the scene when it happened. Libby is one of the warmest, kindest people I know. I am so grateful that God spared her from suffering worse, and that in spite of her injury she can still write poetry and post it.
Libby posted a poem about what happened to her, and how God is using it in her life. You can read it here: http://www.apricotpie.com/libby/content-struggle.