A Little Scream

A Little Scream

A Poem by unclecharlie

I heard just a little scream,
It was close so it would seem,
There was no one around,
Yet once again I heard that sound,
In an alley is where I sat,
Maybe it was just a cat,
Then came the sound of fear,
Help me is what I'd hear,
Wasn't sure what to feel,
So I sat really still,
I was scared with out a doubt,
What was this all about,
Then I saw those little eyes,
As I heard her soft cries,
I moved along and set her free,
Tightly she clung to me,
She said words I did not understand,
As she grabbed for my hand,
Here I thought my life was through,
Had to ask God just what to do,
For this child how can I care,
When for me there's nothing there,
There are no shoes on her feet,
I have nothing at all to eat,
Not one blanket to keep her warm,
Now God I am torn,
I then felt through the garbage can,
Something soft touched my hand,
Around us this soft cloth I'd wrap,
So we both could take a nap,
Yet this child I could not feed,
Both of us were in desperate need,
I woke with a fright,
Hearing voices in the night,
This story no one would believe,
It was caroling on Christmas Eve,
At us the people simply looked,
And by the hand we were took,
To a shelter where we were feed,
Then guided to a bed,
This bed I carefully made,
Then I knelt down and prayed,
God you know in life I haven't won,
Now Father what have you done,
Some time now has past,
Good things continued to last,
I was blessed that very day,
And God has led the rest of the way,
This miracle with you I share,
Please believe Gods Always there!



An Uncle Charlie Original

© 2008 unclecharlie


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Added on February 10, 2008

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unclecharlie
unclecharlie

Palm Coast, FL



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Here is just a little about me. I have lived a life of choices and disappointments. Never counting on anyone but myself. I have had lots of alone time and lots of hard knocks. What doesn't kill us wil.. more..

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