The Day the Angels Came

This is a from-the-heart thank-you for my sister Jessica and her husband Dave. They drove 9 hours to get to us when they heard that Brandon (my youngest son) had died. I own them everything.

The Day the Angels Came

 

In the darkest hour

of my darkest day

 

Time stopped.

 

I would have kept crying

but my tear ducts ran dry

and I couldn’t think

I couldn’t drink or eat.

 

Nobody

should have their child die.

and Jenniffer and I were in shock.

 

 We were reminded then

on that darkest day

that God still sends Angels

even if we say that we hate Him.

 

Even as I was ready to crawl into my own grave,

with no hesitation and a nine hour drive,

in our darkest hours we were blessed

by the love and caring of Jenn’s sister Jess

and her husband Dave.

 

Time started.

 

 

David L. Carmichael

The Warrior Poet

 

For Jessica and David Reese

Thank for being there when we needed you the most.

We Love You.

Author's Note

The is a from-the-heart scribble - ink splashed on parchment -

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I can't imagine anything more grievous than the loss of a child. When your tears intermingle with ink to scribe your sorrow, we become blessed by your verse. Poetry is the sister of sorrow, and you are its brother.

Linda Marie

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

indeed~ they were the angels on earth you were sent during this devastating time~

[Norma M Sutton]

Angels unaware. Very well said.