'Cradled in my arms'

Sandy blond hair, eyes Crystal blue,
I didn't know boys they young could die...but they do.

They told me to let you be, you'd be dead within an hour,
but I couldn't let you die alone! Forgotten like a trampled flower!

Your eyes were so pleading, your face so young,
why do boys always die when they're life's just begun?

As I wiped seat from your brow you looked up with desperate eyes,
you clutched my hand in fear, silent yet I could hear your cries.

'Nurse' you whispered, 'Am I going to die'?
I tried to answer but my mouth went dry.

You caught my eye and for a moment our hearts locked,
we both knew you were dying with no way to turn back fates clock.

But in life you can't undo what's already been done,
so I cradled you in my arms counting every breath yet to come.

I put your head on my chest wishing to keep you from all that harms,
softly, gently, I cradled you in my arms.

The world seamed to stop turning as I watched you fade away,
Even the birds stopped singing for all who has died that day.

As I held you and you struggled to breath your last,
my heart tore in pieces, how could life end so fast?

Your warmth was gone as I cradled you lifeless form,
you left me cold and empty; my heart bloody and torn.

So much for healing hands, so much for keeping you from harms,
for you'll never smile again as you lie lifeless, cradled in my arms...