April 19, 1995
Frail shadow stilled in time amidst the dust,
Her silent form from earth's embrace I trust.
Just now past the point where I can revive
The burden I bear to wear Number Five.
Whispering soft words I know she can’t hear,
My silent prayer that won’t quell my fear.
Wet trails of sorrow mark a weary face
For innocence lost; the countless embrace.
Holding her close, a heartbreaking sight,
Her final guardian; her gentle knight.
Angel host awaits their presence I hear
Offering their comfort as they draw near
Bound by chemical immortality
On film, the moment of finality
The babe I cradle, in memory she lives
She now becomes far more than I can give.
A symbol of loss, of hope and sorrow
The day that for her there was no tomorrow
I carry her forth, through rubble and flame,
A vow unspoken, to honor her name.
About this poem
My poem, "His Eyes, An Ode to Baylee Almon," was written about the Oklahoma City bombing. It was told from the perspective of the toddler, Baylee Almon, who is the girl being carried by fireman Chris Fields in the now famous picture of the event. But, I always wanted to tell the story from Chris' point of view. Unfortunately, because of the intense sadness I still feel about the death of Baylee, it was not until recently that I could undertake the task. But, today I finished it finally. WARNING: Content in this poem may be difficult for some readers. more »
Written on March 24, 2024
Submitted by Nebula7693 on March 24, 2024
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Scheme | AABB CDEE FFCD GGXX HHII |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 817 |
Words | 163 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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