[Editor's note: Unfortunately, the formatting system for this blog is not suited for poetry. It inserts a line for a hard return.]
[Author’s note: The poem was written about and to my cousin, who was a great comfort to me after my mother died, although she probably did not know it at the time.]
Kim
Thomas Allen
My dear sweet Kim,
You are the last bright spot
In a life that has grown dim.
You are the rising sun
That drives away the darkness.
The flames of your compassion overrun
My fears, stripping them bare,
As your warmth radiates into my life
Burning away my despair.
You are a beacon of hope
In a melancholy world.
You have not left me to grope
When I have placed myself in your hands,
But you have always delivered me out of the realm of desolation.
You have answered my demands
By giving me more than I have asked for.
You bring an occasional peace to my poor soul,
Which is continuously torn by internal war,
By giving me your love freely
And asking for little in return.
You must be a heavenly gift to me.
Often, I have cried out to you
And you have never turned me away.
But my anxieties, you have sought to subdue.
You are a wonderful, beautiful girl.
Surely you are one of God’s greatest gifts to the universe.
A gift given to mankind, you are a priceless pearl.
Copyright © 1976 by Thomas Coley Allen.
