© 2013 by tore56789 (GOS) All rights reserved.
The Lost Child.
“Come little One, it’s not yet your time?”
But the images conveyed are so soft, beautiful! They speak of love! Tenderness! Warmth! Such laughter! They convey they want to hold and protect me. And the smell I sense of life of She; is so spectacular!
“Nothing will come of staying here any longer, my little One.” A beautiful woman said back softly, motherly, who only existed as a face; but with such a kindness permeating outwards
But She begs me to stay! She conveys how my life is going to be like! To be held! Too feel her warmth! Too take her life! To hear her heart beat! To sense her smell!
She passes how she wants to read me stories! See my enthusiasm! My laughter! Hold me close when I am in pain –and secretly cry because of my hurt!
Please, the little boys voice begged in thought –don’t take this away from me! Not now when it’s, so, so close!
And with that, the face reached more lovingly down to the infant, and whispered into his ear, “We must go now. We have no more time. But I promise you this moment will come again; just not right now.”
On an operating table a young woman in her twenties lay in blood, been resuscitated, as medical personal in surgical gowns, stained gloves, fought for several minutes to stop bleeding in her chest cavity.
Suddenly one of the personal cried out, “We’ve lost heart beat!”
“Stand back! Set at 200 joules! And clear!”
The woman unseeing, tube shoved through swollen gums, looked on uncaring, as her body lurched momentarily.
With an expression of fight, the surgeon roared again, “360. And clear!”
Again the woman jumped, but fell flat, like she was little more than a damaged mannequin.
“360, and again. Clear!” Like before, the woman moved, but settled lifeless.
“Okay, call the time of death. Little more we can do,” the man in surgical attire said lost.
As the leading surgeon walked away from the small operating room, in an emergency wing of a major New York hospital, he cursed. “Dam it, If her husband only had given us permission, we could have at least saved the baby!” The surgeon beside him nodded, as they washed in a room off the O.R.
What happened was nothing new, just another shooting on the cold merciless streets of NYC. A woman dying with an unborn child wasn’t also a one off occurrence –and probably wouldn’t be the only one on that night.
In another room two kids in ghetto clothing also fought for life, after been the target of the drive by. “Okay, we had better go and tell her husband the news,” the leading surgeon said. And with that, they both walked through the sliding door.
In a beautiful bright room –not of this planet, or of any planet, for that matter, the woman untouched by Earthly trauma now –looked down at the infant being caressed so carefully in the Angel’s arms. “He is so beautiful. I would have so adored to have had him when I was alive down there. I would have given him everything.” The speaker was in tears. “What will happen to my baby now?”
“He will again be reborn. But I think I’m going to take extra care of this little one –to see he goes to the right person.”
“I so wished that could have been me. I would have loved him more than anything in the world. Right up to the time I was shot, I was thinking about his little life inside of me. Loving it when he kicked, as if it was to let me know he sensed I was there.”
Just then a gentle old man, in dazzling white attire, not a lot different than the Angel’s, came to persuade her to follow the other souls –who were walking down a path. And before the woman left, not wanting to let go of the sight of the child, she heard the Angel say to two other younger Angels, who came to remove the baby with smiles, “The child is to be reserved here for Mary Watson or Soul number, HTCNYC116, one thousand.”
And just before walking away, she smiled, when it suddenly dawned on her, “I am Mary Watson. Thank you, so, so much!”
She saw the Angel nod, warmly. And then with one last look at the child, she followed after the man, who too had great kindness and goodness on his face, like the beautiful woman she was walking away from.
THE END
