That special one.

I wrote this poem today, remembering the one that survived… He was strapped in his car seat. If he hadn’t…

That special one

I look around the scene that night

through the flashing of the lights

This is a bad one, I say out aloud,

I wonder if anyone’s alive.

My student finds you in the car, amongst the twisted metal,

he scoops you up and runs to me, like his foot is on the peddle.

“I found this baby,” he says to me, “the accident crushed his head

I’m not so sure if he is still alive, but I do not think he is dead”.

I pick you up and look at you,

your face so sweet and pale,

Your dying eyes look at me, splitting my heart in two.

This is one we have to save, I say to everyone,

I can see, its clear to me,

that this is a special one.

And as I inserted the tube of life, praying under my breath,

your mom and dad looking on, begging for success.

The doctors said there is no hope, and as I stood and looked on

“3 months old”, I say to myself, “God help this little one”.

A selfish drunk crashed into you, while you were going home

She can see the anger in my eyes, when I tell her what she’s done.

Night and day I walked inside,

And sat beside your bed,

I prayed and watched over you,

“This is a special one”, I said

And then one day, your mom looked up, as I walked into the room,

With tears streaming from her eyes, “I hoped to see you soon”

“My boy will live” she cried out loud “look, he is awake”

I held your hand, and wept a tear, the team has crossed the lake.

Every day I think about

That terrible fateful night.

The day I met a small young boy,

Who fought with all his might.

The boy who inspired me to go on, to continue in this game

The miracle child that gave me hope, Keanu is his name.

And while I sit and ponder now,

What could and should be done,

I think about a fateful night,

I met that special one.

Carl de Montille

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