‘Kenny’
Poem: ‘Kenny’
Author: David Duhaime, PhD
Date: Christmas, 1987
Recently, my mom and dad gave me a beautiful poem that was written Christmas of 1987 about ‘me’ by David Duhaime.
When I was eleven, an arterial venous malformation ruptured in my brain, leaving me in a coma for eight months. David, my parents close friend spent many nights sitting by my side. He gave my parents this poem in a 1987 Christmas card. David expresses the emotions he felt and the power of my parents love for me.
I want to share this poem about love, hope, emotions, peace and friendship. May you all feel the power of LOVE that I have felt from my family and friends!
Thank You David!
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‘Kenny’
1.
Went to see the broken child
lying in a foreign bed
saw him floating in a dream
somewhere out beyond my reach
the hospital was gleaming white
nurses running everywhere
it was all so strange, strange
the colored lights and hissing tubes
2.
Went to see the gray physician
rushing down the corridor
asked him where the child was hiding
“I don’t know” was all he said
through a door he quickly passed
heard his footsteps on the stairs
I listened as the sound grew fainter
listened till it disappeared.
3.
Went to see the child’s mother
keeping vigil by his side
searching for a word of comfort
all that I could do was cry
saw her perfect face was glowing
saw her eyes were filled with tears
she just held his hand so tightly
wouldn’t let him drift away
4.
Went to see the child’s father
moving through the lonely crowd
he was standing like a mountain
I was just a grain of sand
felt his arms around my body
felt his breath against my skin
felt his broken heart still pounding
through the blackness of the night
5.
Went to see the child’s brother
struggling to keep his feet
felt the solid rock beneath him
turning into quicksand
“tell me, where is my companion”?
he was supposed to wait for me
yesterday we had a fight
I want to say I’m sorry now!
6.
Went to see the king of heaven
sitting on a golden throne
in a flash my eyes were blinded
could not move my legs or arms
in my helplessness I cursed him
“it’s a fraud, you have no plan”
someone said his lips were moving
but I couldn’t hear his voice at all.
7.
Went back home, my son was sleep
ran my fingers through his hair
pulled the covers up around him
spilled a tear drop on his cheek
can I keep you from the darkness
can I keep you safe and warm
can I distract the hand of evil
rising up to do you harm?
8.
Went to see the healing child
saw him smile and then I knew
he was on that lonesome highway
on his way back home to you
never found the words to say
never knew the reason why
but I felt the power of a love
that would not let the child die.
Christmas 1987
By David Duhaime
