West Gate of the Soul
January 30th 2009 08:01
I have just written the following, an emotional outburst, in response to hearing about the murder of this little girl today, (in Melbourne), it is just beyond comprehension. Her father, stopping the family car on the huge West Gate Bridge, got out, calmly walked to the barrier with his four year old baby, and threw her over the side, 17 stories to the water below. He then drove off, with his two other young children, still in the back of the car, later he was found wandering with them in the city, sobbing and raving.
I am not here to condemn him, as such, I just need to express my incredulity as to why, how, could someone do this, especially a parent? I can only hope she had instantly gone into extreme shock, and her mind floated her away from her terrible reality, into a calm and quiet place, somewhere she felt warm and snug, and loved, as she descended through the air to the water below, and into God's hand. Pax little one.
Tossed,
like a doll,
a diminutive daughter,
last moments seeing,
her world fly,
past her eyes,
up into the sky,
or worse,
staring dumbfounded,
as she watched below,
till waters' slam.
Far down flung,
from 17 storey bridge,
on hot summer's morn,
to cool sea deep below,
smashed against her,
gravely by gravity.
She floats for ten,
life minutes ebbing,
till found alive.
For fifty furious more,
hero minutes spent,
by saviour saints,
below the bridge,
she battled to live.
Hard they tried till,
four hours later,
gone all time,
into God's grace.
A little lady,
a baby girl,
sweet and pretty,
fluttered down like,
an awful autumnal fall.
The maddened squirming,
father-brains blasted,
hot headed hatred;
you killed her dead,
your daughter,
your baby of 4!
Forever the hurt,
forever mother's love lasting,
within her mangled heart,
a space now missing,
by home's hearth.
Her siblings' memory lanced,
by mania the day it danced,
upon West Gate Bridge.
PAX dear little one.
I am not here to condemn him, as such, I just need to express my incredulity as to why, how, could someone do this, especially a parent? I can only hope she had instantly gone into extreme shock, and her mind floated her away from her terrible reality, into a calm and quiet place, somewhere she felt warm and snug, and loved, as she descended through the air to the water below, and into God's hand. Pax little one.
Tossed,
like a doll,
a diminutive daughter,
last moments seeing,
her world fly,
past her eyes,
up into the sky,
or worse,
staring dumbfounded,
as she watched below,
till waters' slam.
Far down flung,
from 17 storey bridge,
on hot summer's morn,
to cool sea deep below,
smashed against her,
gravely by gravity.
She floats for ten,
life minutes ebbing,
till found alive.
For fifty furious more,
hero minutes spent,
by saviour saints,
below the bridge,
she battled to live.
Hard they tried till,
four hours later,
gone all time,
into God's grace.
A little lady,
a baby girl,
sweet and pretty,
fluttered down like,
an awful autumnal fall.
The maddened squirming,
hot headed hatred;
you killed her dead,
your daughter,
your baby of 4!
Forever the hurt,
forever mother's love lasting,
within her mangled heart,
a space now missing,
by home's hearth.
Her siblings' memory lanced,
by mania the day it danced,
upon West Gate Bridge.
PAX dear little one.
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Comment by Morgan Bell
Deep Pencil
Business News
Movie Train
i think the severity of the incident didnt really hit me until i saw the height of the bridge compared to how shallow the water was . . . it would have been like hitting concrete . . . a truly terrible way to go
i dont know what goes through some peoples minds
Comment by Mountain Fog
Infognito
Screen Trek
QUOTE ME NO QUOTES!
thnanks, and neither do I know what could make someone do this? He must have snapped, as in insane snapped. This morning, writing this to you, I now wonder whether he knows himself, or is it like a nightmare he cannot believe himself?...and her mother, just how would a mother cope, I don't know....
cheers
fog