Ben
Beneath the oak, a shadow fell,
A whispered prayer, a silent bell.
A boy with dreams, just nine years old,
In whispered winds, his story told.
A whispered prayer, a silent bell,
His laughter once where sunlight dwelled.
In whispered winds, his story told,
His eyes held worlds yet to unfold.
His laughter once where sunlight dwelled,
Each day a page, with courage spelled.
His eyes held worlds yet to unfold,
Osteosarcoma, cruel and cold.
Each day a page, with courage spelled,
A battle fought where heroes dwell.
Osteosarcoma, cruel and cold,
Took hold of life, both bright and bold.
A battle fought where heroes dwell,
A boy with dreams, just nine years old.
Took hold of life, both bright and bold,
Beneath the oak, a shadow fell.
It is my first attempt at the poetry style Pantoum.
I’ve actually had the bones to this poem in my head for some time.
Thank you, Tree Langdon, for writing about Pantoum and inspiring me to try it.
