To Thomas was written by Felicity, two days after her brother's death. She was 12 years old at the time.


You lived for a day, Thomas, my brother,
Till God who knew best,
Took you away.

For a diaphragmatic hernia,
God caused in your body to be.

And it is better that it is so.

But we still prayed and mourned for you,
My family, mother and me.

“Take him to Westmead,” the doctors said,
We did as the doctors always say.
But not one doctor, except God, could save you
From the Dead, that tragic day.

Machines buzzed and hummed all around you,
The best doctors in Australia by your side.
You fought to live, my darling baby brother,
And this fact will always be my pride.

For, you never gave up, till God called you,
And I will never forget that last day,
3 o’clock on a grey Wednesday,
When God came and took you away.


This poem can be found in my book, Grief, Love and Hope
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  1. Thank you so much for sharing. Felicitys' poem is so beautiful.

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  2. Thank you Leanne. The poem was a great gift. It still makes me cry.

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