Death Comes To Any Age

There is one story that makes me shudder And so with care I live each day. It is about a mother and a daughter Who went to a mall for the daughter's birthday. The mother promised the eight year old For a cellphone as her requested gift, Excited to call Dad, she was told- As they crossed a street, her steps were swift. The daughter had crossed ahead and saw That her mother was left at the other side And so the young child she ran back although The lights had changed on the street so wide. The lights turned to green and it was a 'go' As all vehicles started to go running Cars and trucks speeding traffic flow Not seeing the small child who was just then crossing. The truck driver saw her but it was too late The brakes did not have the time to hold, The little girl met her untimely fate As the truck ran over that eight-year-old. The hysterical mother went into shock Seeing her child's brains on the pavement, In utter grief nearly had an attack Screamed in tears all her anguished lament. The lesson here Death teaches us all One may be eighty or be eight-year-old But when He chooses to give us a call With Him, there's no young and there's no old. This is a true story that happened in our city in front of a big mall. February 3,2010 Philippines Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello