A Six Year-Old Parent

A Six Year-Old Parent

A Poem by Brjden (Bridge-Den) Crewe
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I don't know if this serves a point. A doctor is questioning his faith, and it takes a six year-old in order to gain some perspective.....

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"When I was fifteen years old, I lost my mother and father in the same month Ronnie... the same month. Twelve brothers and sisters. I was the youngest one,but they were all looking up to me. Now, I wasn't ready yet either, but they needed me..." 

   - Coach Boone, from the movie "Remember the Titans"

        

       A Six Year-Old Parent

                               by Dr. Brjden Crewe

 

It's my job, but I can't even

seem to move my feet.


The waiting room awaits and

It's holding the children of my patients

And I wait, with unprepared words & explanations

As three scared children sit inside there

And wait with fearful patience


Holding an irrelevant clipboard, filled with papered nothings,

I drop empathetic, sympathetic tears

That spot my cloud blue scrubs

I try to convince my legs to move towards

The waiting room doors,

A surprising burst of blood sprints to my head

As I beg for immediate answers, I receive a question instead...


How do I tell these young kids

      That their parents are now dead?

 

Do I wear a sign of hope upon my face or lie and say,“It’ll be okay”?

I MEAN, WHAT?!?!?!

What the f**k am I suppose to say!?!?


Aigneis, Evinka, & Pavol Sergi are their names

12,10 and 6 years of age

Visiting Czech Republic immigrants, and not having been here 10 days,

A drunk driving motorist has taken their parents away


What the f**k… am I suppose to say!?!?!

 

I SWEAR TO GOD,

There is no God!

There is no type of savior!

There is no higher being

Looking over us, Protecting us

We really must be dreaming


What kind of God would take these children’s parents away?

And leave them here in a strange land

Without a place to even stay!?


I refuse to listen about free will and destiny or purpose!

Worthless blessings hexed by a world filled with mortal wounds, immoral curses, terminal illnesses, children being abused and wretched free clinics and heartless protocols, and dishonest HMO’s, and fine print Medicare contract stipulations and bullshit!


Human Doctors who are not God!!!!

WE, ARE NOT GODS!!!!!

AND WE FAIL!!!!


WE TRY TO DO OUR BEST,

AND WE FAIL!!!!


DRUNK DRIVERS!!   WHY!!?!??!?!?!?

WHY MUST I SEARCH FOR THE LINE

BETWEEN FAITH & PRINCIPLE?!??!

HOW COME I CAN’T FIND GOD

WHILE THE DEVIL IS SO VISIBLE!!?


I try to find an answer for these kids as to why, their parents had to die

As the tears suffocate my eyes, I finally walk towards the waiting room window and that's when I...

 

I look through the waiting room glass

as Dr. Banks gives them the news instead of me,

Though some of the communication is lost in translations,

they still embrace the gist of the situation


A stunned Pavol begins his misery formed within heavy breathing

Aigneis drops to the floor and Evinka weeps in heavy mass.

I watch as Pavol’s attention turns to Evinka as he tries to hold her…

His arms not even long enough to wrap around her, but he tries. Cradling her even though she’s a third taller and heavier, he momentarily comforts Aigneis just like her father would have. Pavol understands now that he needs to be strong enough to care for his big sisters.

  

He releases his right hand in order to share a sooth with the shoulder of Aigneis as she lies on the floor. Her left hand overlaps his and her tears are mildly bandaged, coming in lesser floods. They find solace in their little brother, who’s put aside his own pain, in order to offer a healing in his sisters. Remembering his father’s lessons of always looking after them, empowers his embrace! He hugs them with 65 pounds of Sergi strength.

 

He whispers to them in Czech, what I assume is something like

“Don’t cry. We’re going to be okay!”

 

With no relatives, no money and no place to go

I watch as a six year-old boy,

displays blind faith

and then I come to know...


So I look up at the sky and smile

And say, thank you God for my answer…

I think I understand now.



© 2013 Brjden (Bridge-Den) Crewe



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I swear to God that you are the best poet on this site!!!! You are truly an amazing writer who has the gift of bringing laughter or tears. This piece is just...what can I say I'm speechless and nearly breathless!!! You have such a gift I can only hope to one day be this good. You are just a brilliant writer!!!!!

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Excellent piece, I adore your writing style.

Posted 1 Year Ago


Truly powerful and well worth the read sir well done

Posted 3 Years Ago


I always feel like poetry is a form of brutal story telling, when we let it fulfill it's destiny. I'm never disappointed in your work, and always humbled by the stories you tell. This is flat out incredible...another heart wrenching piece of history.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Beautiful piece of writing, i can imagine being in the room with those children, feeling the pain and i can relate to the 6 year old parent, As Tears well up in my eyes, I relive a moment in time.
Thank you

Posted 4 Years Ago


children have all the best answers, i try to follow their instincts as often as i can

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The depth in this piece is unimaginable. The imagery, sympathy and just mere feeling behind each line is so deep. I can actually feel the doctor's anger in the beginning, i could feel the children's pain and finally the solace that comes over everyone is remarkable. Great piece.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Brjden (Bridge-Den) Crewe

5 Years Ago

Thank you, my love. That means a lot. I try.
Still as strong as ever. The strength that can be found in the strangest situations has always been amazing to watch.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Brjden (Bridge-Den) Crewe

5 Years Ago

Thanks Legion! Still in the cafe huh? It's been about 3 years for me, but I'm back so send requests!.. read more
Very fascinating and intriguing piece. It really makes you think about life. But the reality about Evil is that it is all around us. To only way to truly avoid it is to set your heart on seeking the light. Very well piece and beautiful wording! Once again, I commend you.

Posted 5 Years Ago


I felt like you lived this. I loved the truth and depth in this piece and iappreciate and respect you as a writer. Powerful.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 5 Years Ago


You are a brilliant writer
I can feel the emotion
this story brought tears to my eyes
great job! :')

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Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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