A poem by Dad

A poem by my Dad for you Sweet Beth

The day dawned dark as the creek ran high.
The girl wandered off while the world seemed fine.
The waters churned white while the mother marked time
.The creek bank beckoned as the shoppers walk by.

The moment marked only by trees and brook
The quiet calls merged into desperate look.
The crews offered hope while doubtful heads shook.
The girl was ensnared by a wooden stick’s crook.
The family wretched as the word was brought.
The mother melted as the father fought.
The grandmother prayed as the brother thought.
The doctor listened as the body taught.

The preacher preached as the people cried
The hearse was readied and the casket aligned.
The streets were emptied by motorcade ride.
The graveyard beckoned as the casket was spied.
The heavens opened as the angels sang.
The strings of heaven sweet music rang.

The Father welcomed and the Son explained.
The child, now enlightened, awaits The Coming Day!