The Boy Who Barley Lived

He woke up early that morning
all happy and fine
he took a quick glance
to look at the time

he walked into the bathroom
and slowly opened his eyes
but what he saw in the reflection,
came as a big surprise

he was drenched in blood
from his head to toe
he quickly looked around
with nowhere to go

he walked into his bedroom
only to find
he that a car had crashed into his room
at a very late time

he frantically walked to the sitting room
where is mother lay
he white blouse died red of blood
but he had nothing to say

he knew that it was not hers
so he took a second look
to see his father talking away
to a policeman as he shook

he knew it had to be his blood
for there was no one else
the blood that covered her body
was the blood of himself

as we gather here at this park
on this sad lonely day
and play the song he used to hum
and imagine him at play

we think about the memories
of the boy who barley lived
and realize that he gave us things
that we could NEVER give