About six or seven of us were sitting at a round table enjoying one of those Sunday dinners that Southern Baptists are famous for. He was sharing a bit from his past history as we all were – a get better acquainted session. He told a story and shared a poem, which I asked him to share with my blogging and Facebook friends. So here is his story and poem.
Oneta, I wrote this poem after receiving news of my cousin’s son. He was the same age as my son. He had overdosed on prescription medication. It was absolutely horrific news.
I was distraught, crying uncontrollably, grieved and heartbroken. I could only imagine the pain my cousin and his wife must have felt. It kept going through my mind that this could have been my son.
As I struggled with the reality of what had happened, I found it impossible to compose myself. It was through this overwhelming sorrow I wrote this poem. It was in our Savior that I found the relief and comfort I was looking for.
“A PARENTS PAIN”
I have an aching heart, will it ever mend
There is a time and place in life, that it has to end
This I have to say to all, how it’s so unfair
That a parent watch a child’s life, vanish in thin air
I pen this poem through teary eyes and over whelmed with grief
And through it all I must believe, that Christ is my relief
BY: Bill Froh 10/28/10