Bobby

A little boy struck by tragedy.
Attached to wires from so many machines.
He can't walk or talk or do anything.
He is paralyzed.
We leap for joy when he clicks his tongue, or nods his head.
We catapult into hysteria if he mouths a word.
We pray that he not be abandoned.
His parents can barely take it anymore.
They have almost given up.
The doctors almost gave up too.
They asked themselves if the life of Bobby was true.
Bobby came through.
He clicked his tongue and puckered his lips.
And smiled.
His smile tells all that his life is true.
His smile gives any one strength and joy.
A smile coming from a five year old boy that's gone through more than me and you.
He prays for me.
I pray for him.
I see him as often as I can.
I wish I could always be with him to give him love.
Or be by his side so he could give me love.
Or look at his smile which make all grown men cry.
O please Bobby, O please I pray, that I must never have to say good-bye.
Bobby, I thought I was helping you.
But I think you helped save me.
Bobby died.

by: Seth Cohen 99