A Tortured Form

To Uncle Bussy

Debra Shiveley Welch
A promise many years before,
To a sister on his deathbed made,
Now on a moonlit night fulfilled,
Two lives by his touch saved.

A tortured form, scorched by flames,
An unborn child at risk.
A moonbeam streaks, across the room -
From its shaft, a white form steps.

With loving eyes and extended hand,
The angel/sibling smiles,
"I will always take care of her," he vows.
The mortal sister sighs.

A touch of hands, a wave of warmth,
The crushing pain abates.
The child within the straining womb,
Quiets and patiently waits.

The angel/brother smiles again,
Slowly returning to the beam.
He nods again to his sister,
Immortal and mortal eyes meet.

And I, the child, rescued that night,
Each day with gratitude,
Know that I was touched by an angel -
In a moon-filled hospital room.

©2009 Debra Shiveley Welch

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The Columbus, Ohio native is a winner of the Faithwriters Gold Seal of Approval - Outstanding Read Award, Books and Authors Excellence in Literature, Best Non-Fiction Book 2007and AllBooks Review's Editors C...  View profile

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