"First Cry"        

The poem is based on
an experience which
occurred six months after
I graduated the academy.

I never did find out what
happened to the little girl.

The radio squawked, sending the call
A baby was coming, there's no time at all

Your mother was young, frightened and scared
So was I, but I blustered, as much as I dared

The ambulance slow, you wouldn't wait
Somehow, providence had made this our fate

You cried right away, announcing your life
I worried your cries were a symbol of strife

The medics they came and took you away
I wonder if ever you'll hear someone say

No doctor delivered you into this world
It was a cop, who's finger, your little fist curled

I often wonder what happened to you
I hope all of your dreams and wishes came true

When the hurt and the suffering eat at my insides
I still make myself think of your simple cries

Over the years, when I look back
The pain and the evil, it will not attack

For all of the time, that passes me by
I'm still thanking God for that first simple cry



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