Will Worthington, a soul with great passion and full of inspiration deliver’s a very warm & powerful heart touching Poem at The Steven Walter Fundraising Event.
A Poem Will dedicate’s for young souls who are battling for their lives across the globe.
For those who were unable to attend the evening’s event, it’s our pleasure to post this very very special story by Will Worthington.
THROUGH THE EYE’S OF A CHILD
Here I lay staring out the window the sky is blue white clouds are floating by Oh ! look there’s a horse, there’s a rabbit can you see them The sun is out so warm and bright the tree’s are moving ever so slowly I think they are moving It dosen’t matter that’s ok The grass is green somebody has just mowed it I can smell it I think I can smell it It doesn’t matter that’s ok Oh ! I wish I could be out there to stand and feel the grass to feel the sun on my face the wind blowing thru my hair if I had hair I did before I must have I don’t remember But that’s ok I can’t run around anymore the pain is so bad I can only lay here I look around me all I see are my brother’s and sister’s we are all brother’s and sister’s here They said I will get better, but I’m not They whisper to my mum and dad there is nothing they can do they think I can’t hear but I see it in their eye’s the pain of knowing that I won’t be cured of this sickness but mum and dad…….that’s ok My angel said be brave……be strong……..I’m here for you We all have angel’s here my brother’s and sister’s can’t you see them Oh my angel said we are the only ones I’m glad that they are here they help ease the pain as they hold onto me I’m 3, 4, 6, 7….. I don’t know It doesn’t matter but that’s ok here comes my mum and dad sadness in their eye’s trying hard to be happy for me I gotta be brave for them I smile I’m 3, 5, 6, 7………… I don’t remember but that’s ok I look at them tears brim my eye’s in pain and sadness I can’t speak I wish I could speak, to painful so I smile I would tell them don’t be sad my angel is going to take me to a place where I can run feel the sun on my face, the breeze blowing thru my hair I will hair my angel said My mum and dad I will be seeing them everyday I will be able to speak to them I hope they can hear me I’m 5, 6, 7, 8…………. I don’t remember but that’s ok Some day they will be able to cure kids like me and my brother’s and sister’s I hope they can learn from our sickness My angel said they would I’m 6, 7, 8, 9……….. I don’t remember but thtat’s ok I know my mum and dad will help raise lot’s of money to find a cure for all the other kids out there they said so…………I believe them Please don’t give up on us……on our hopes our dreams to make us better so we too can live our lives with our families free of pain free of sorrow from this sickness too smile….too laugh….and be happy so we and our angels….we wait…..we smile….and we pray in hope. My name is Will Worthington , this is their story……………THROUGH THE EY’S OF A CHILD. Thank you xoxoxoxo
