I WATCHED THE WHOLE MIRACLE

I watched the whole miracle ;
The child on his mother’s arm, walking home,
The teacher, leaping in a frenzy, shouting and calling,
Running across the crowded playground, middle-aged speed.

I watched the whole miracle:
Saw her chase and catch the boy,
Hold the Mum, return the toy,
And as I walked closer heard fragments of their breath.

I watched the whole miracle.

Moments later
The car smashed where they should have been.

I watched the whole miracle -
She took a day’s rest.

6/10/99




This poem is about a little miracle I witnessed from start to finish, with a teacher talking to a toddler in a classroom then jumping up a few minutes after he and his mother had left, clutching a toy he'd forgotten and charging out as fast as she could.

She was in time to stop them both and chat for a moment, and whilst they chatted a car driven by one of the local druggies knocked down a lamp-post precisely where the mother and child would have been.




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