A Six Year-Old Parent

I don't know if this serves a point. A doctor is questioning his faith, and it takes a six year-old in order to gain some perspective.....

"When I was fifteen years old, I lost my mother and father in the same month Ronnie... the same month. Twelve brothers and sisters. I was the youngest one,but they were all looking up to me. Now, I wasn't ready yet either, but they needed me..." 

   - Coach Boone, from the movie "Remember the Titans"

        

       A Six Year-Old Parent

                               by Dr. Brjden Crewe

 

It's my job, but I can't even

seem to move my feet.

The waiting room awaits and

It's holding the children of my patients

And I wait, with unprepared words & explanations

As three scared children sit inside there

And wait with fearful patience

Holding an irrelevant clipboard, filled with papered nothings,

I drop empathetic, sympathetic tears

That spot my cloud blue scrubs

I try to convince my legs to move towards

The waiting room doors,

A surprising burst of blood sprints to my head

As I beg for immediate answers, I receive a question instead...

How do I tell these young kids

      That their parents are now dead?

 

Do I wear a sign of hope upon my face or lie and say,“It’ll be okay”?

I MEAN, WHAT?!?!?!

What the f**k am I suppose to say!?!?

Aigneis, Evinka, & Pavol Sergi are their names

12,10 and 6 years of age

Visiting Czech Republic immigrants, and not having been here 10 days,

A drunk driving motorist has taken their parents away

What the f**k… am I suppose to say!?!?!

 

I SWEAR TO GOD,

There is no God!

There is no type of savior!

There is no higher being

Looking over us, Protecting us

We really must be dreaming

What kind of God would take these children’s parents away?

And leave them here in a strange land

Without a place to even stay!?

I refuse to listen about free will and destiny or purpose!

Worthless blessings hexed by a world filled with mortal wounds, immoral curses, terminal illnesses, children being abused and wretched free clinics and heartless protocols, and dishonest HMO’s, and fine print Medicare contract stipulations and bullshit!

Human Doctors who are not God!!!!

WE, ARE NOT GODS!!!!!

AND WE FAIL!!!!

WE TRY TO DO OUR BEST,

AND WE FAIL!!!!

DRUNK DRIVERS!!   WHY!!?!??!?!?!?

WHY MUST I SEARCH FOR THE LINE

BETWEEN FAITH & PRINCIPLE?!??!

HOW COME I CAN’T FIND GOD

WHILE THE DEVIL IS SO VISIBLE!!?

I try to find an answer for these kids as to why, their parents had to die

As the tears suffocate my eyes, I finally walk towards the waiting room window and that's when I...

 

I look through the waiting room glass

as Dr. Banks gives them the news instead of me,

Though some of the communication is lost in translations,

they still embrace the gist of the situation

A stunned Pavol begins his misery formed within heavy breathing

Aigneis drops to the floor and Evinka weeps in heavy mass.

I watch as Pavol’s attention turns to Evinka as he tries to hold her…

His arms not even long enough to wrap around her, but he tries. Cradling her even though she’s a third taller and heavier, he momentarily comforts Aigneis just like her father would have. Pavol understands now that he needs to be strong enough to care for his big sisters.

  

He releases his right hand in order to share a sooth with the shoulder of Aigneis as she lies on the floor. Her left hand overlaps his and her tears are mildly bandaged, coming in lesser floods. They find solace in their little brother, who’s put aside his own pain, in order to offer a healing in his sisters. Remembering his father’s lessons of always looking after them, empowers his embrace! He hugs them with 65 pounds of Sergi strength.

 

He whispers to them in Czech, what I assume is something like

“Don’t cry. We’re going to be okay!”

 

With no relatives, no money and no place to go

I watch as a six year-old boy,

displays blind faith

and then I come to know...

So I look up at the sky and smile

And say, thank you God for my answer…

I think I understand now.

Reviews

[Voice]

I swear to God that you are the best poet on this site!!!! You are truly an amazing writer who has the gift of bringing laughter or tears. This piece is just...what can I say I'm speechless and nearly breathless!!! You have such a gift I can only hope to one day be this good. You are just a brilliant writer!!!!!

Voice

[Legion]

The sound of applause can not be heard here, but hopefully it can be felt.
The sight of a standing ovation can not be seen here, but hopefully it can be felt.
Intensity has a new definition. It is Bridgey Crewe. Bravo and brilliant.

[Jade_Phenomenal]

This is some powerful writing!!

You are a very skilled storyteller. At first I thought that you had gone off the deep in by denouncing God, but then at the end you redeemed yourself...lol. Awesome writing, I felt so drawn in by this sad story. You made the characters come to life......I could feel every profound emotion.......

Well done, VERY well done!!

[Nicole]

I have been tearing through all your work...it's amazing, and like others have said...it's as if I'm listening to you read it aloud. Completely brilliant. Your composition, and descriptive executions, whether intentional or not - gives all of your writing the ability to stand on it's own. Your style is unique. Profound. Whatever...I love it.

[SeisaMystique]

Very Intense. The issues in this are so real. this is a great piece, thanks for sharing.

[Winter McPherson]

The questions you ask here are ones that plague the human psyche when tragedy strikes. I had a friend killed by a drunk driver just a few monts ago. Left behind a wife and 3 kids. You've expressed the anguish well here....

[Sel Whiteley]

This was so powerful. Your description of the horrible scenario so direct and underwritten, again, it brought tears to my eyes. The way you depict the childs strength, wonderful. 'her tears are mildly bandaged, coming in lesser floods' what a line, you really are a master.

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

i got chilllllllllls from the good Lord...i love, simply love and adore you! x0x0x00x0x0

[Anita B Jacques]

Another awesome write. The 2nd from you, I'm learning your style and now I'm almost speechless. I was happy to read the last few lines. Thank you for sharing your beautiful talent. God Bless

Annie

[Nik]

This is a wonderful story-poem, Bridge. Touching and sad and believable... reading it you could have really been a doctor or health professional there at the scene. You bring three very important issues to light... why there's so much suffering in the world... why so many question God... and what true faith is. Thank you for sharing this heart-pulling and enlightening poem.