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Alex Carr-Malcolm poet, Alexandra Carr-Malcolm poetry, cancer, Chesterfield, death, Hasland, poetry, St Paul's Church Hasland, Worldly Winds poetry, writing
I remember you…
Your tiny frame full of fearlessness,
teaching the universe,
the ways of the warrior.
We met in the church choir;
I was eight and you were six.
I am white and you were black,
already born to fight life’s prejudice.
Even then I was frightened;
cancer had claimed so many,
but they were old,
and you were six.
Do you remember the wedding?
Suited and booted, in cassock and gown,
you lifted your wig,
and the horror it caused.
I was only eight,
but I prayed for days and nights,
that God would give me your cancer,
and let you live…
He never did.
I heard your story, at the end,
it hurt for you to be held,
your mummy and daddy wept
whilst you comforted them.
You asked them not to cry,
and you said you’d be alright.
You never came back to choir.
Not long after, you died.
It was at this very time,
I stopped believing in God,
he never answered my prayer,
your prayer, or theirs.
I still remember you…
your tiny frame full of fearlessness,
and how we giggled as girls,
when you doffed your wig to the world.
© I am doing this for you 16.06.2014
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Photo Credit: Dave Bevishttp://www.drbevis.demon.co.uk/CILAAA01.htm
Worldly Winds 
Just so beautiful 💜
Thank you – and I still think of her all these years on xxx
We always do , we never forget them
Beautiful tribute to this person. Very poignant. Wish you the best – speak766
Thank you – I still think of her xxx
I like this post. It is difficult for young ones to understand why prayer is not answered in the way they believe it must. I understand in many ways. My own mother was sick most of her life and I became incessant about prayer in hopes she would be well and that she would be able to enjoy life. That did not happen and I began to find other ways to soothe my soul and to have hope and believe after she died over nine years ago now. You have paid a beautiful homage to a young friend and I see it comes from your heart.
Thank you Renee – so sorry to hear about your mother. We carry them always in our hearts. Xxx
Some lessons take a lifetime. Thank you as well and yes she is always there.
Touching & tender. A life lesson learned at a very young age!
Thank you Resa xxx