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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Oh my friend ,that was nice,yes I have seen such situations..you just dont know what to do
You talk about God ..like he does not exist,i will tell you a very short story in a few words..
I was in a strange land(Yemen,like in the wildernss) away from home,I was like in forced exile and all alone..one night,i was dealing with a patient in the surgical theatre..
Two kidney stones in both kidneys to be removed at the same time,at the same night,no one to help ,2 nurses i trained myself ,one guy to give anesthesia
I also trained myself ,so absolutely no one to help,and things just did not go well ..after that i spent three nights without sleep waiting for the patient to
recover ..to pass urine again in his urine bag,it took longer than expected,all i had to do is talk to God every midnight,i swear i told him,just help me with this
i am all alone ,away from home,nobody by my side..and i was so depressed..on third day urine came out in his urine bag..
ha ha it was like seeing honey flooding out,i was so happy..and i really thanked him..Thanks God..for everything
that was a wonderful write ,everything in it applies here in a way..
lovely write..

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Well done!! You have written this as though you experienced it. What an awesome write!!

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This is a favorite of mine that you have created! This is an Amazing piece of work, Bridgey! You simply drew me right into the waiting room to witness the events that unfolded...this is a remarkable write. The message is completely profound and the world is in need of it!
Bridgey, My Brilliant Friend, you created another one of your signature writes that really goes straight to the heart of the reader...and the world for that matter! Thanks for sharing this special piece of work! : >)

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Bridgey, i don't know how i missed your latest works broski..

This is one touching piece. A rollercoaster ride of empathy.
Sadly these types of stories aren't as rare as man would think. Brilliant my friend, thank you for inspiring me during a weary day.

much love n' respect

-Lalli

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i love this..you have the most amazing heart and passion. i hope you hold
on to it forever. you have such a fine purpose..and this poem is an act
of faith and pain and beauty.

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You know I cried after reading this. Hell I cried while reading this as well. You have a way with words that explians so many topics and puts so much into prspective that all I can say is WOW. Someone gave birth to you and then someone gave birth to your ability. I applaud them on this one.

Live, Love and Learn

Lady V

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WHY MUST I SEARCH FOR THE LINE
BETWEEN FAITH & PRINCIPLE?!??!
HOW COME I CAN'T FIND GOD
WHILE THE DEVIL'S SO VISIBLE!!?!?!?!?!

These are the lines that struck me.
OMGawd Bridgey thias is amazing
I like iin what you have presented here.
Truthful and open write here in which
you have done one amazing write.

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Faith has to be blind in many cases in order to become stronger, to grow and come to maturity, many times when things are set before us continually and visually the become just common place, and we take them for granted. God is conspicuously out of sight so we must search and seek and come to our faith and trust in him on our own as he forces no one to do so, it is more meaningful this way. You portrayed the doctor as very human which is very refreshing as opposed to the larger then life Hollywood images we all like to think of them as. The clipboard full of papered nothings was brilliant it, in that instance, became a security blanket for his nervous hands, very clever. This is truly a work of art and each part of the poem is written as if it was lived by you, this is what creative writing is all about, to bring words to life and cause them to take flight from the page. I really enjoyed this one, but it hit me in a really vulnerable spot. I once watched nurses and doctors tell me my newborn son was dead, I saw the very same things you speak of here in their eyes. It was as tragic and horrifying for them as it was for me, and you could read this poem on their faces. Very well done!

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One thing I've learned about you is that you toy with certian perspectives
in a situation and like no one else I know, you pull them off as if you've been
doing it for years. I believe you could've written this through the eyes of
the other doctor, the girls, or the little boy and still hold the same intensity.
I really enjoyed how you had the doctor be so human and question everything,
exactly how we would have. I appreciate how down to earth he was. And though
this was about the children that lost their parents he learned a lesson though just
observing the little boy. This is like no other Bridge you rocked the site very unique....

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Oh my god, this is one of my favourites of yours for sure.

WHY MUST I SEARCH FOR THE LINE

BETWEEN FAITH & PRINCIPLE?!??!

HOW COME I CAN'T FIND GOD

WHILE THE DEVIL'S SO VISIBLE!!?!?!?!?!

love that part, its so so true!
The story is very sad, but there really is hope where you'd wonder if there could be any. The title is brilliant choice, and the way you delicately wrote about the little boy comforting his sisters and wrapped it up with your understanding. Really good!


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