The Catch

Tommy is a troubled lad.

He cries at night and mopes around all day.

His sister Trudy tries to help with games,

But Tommy just won’t play.

His mom and dad are at wit’s end.

They’ll do anything, they say,

To calm poor Tommy’s troubled soul

And wash his tears away.

Mom and Dad went to their church

And asked Father Smith to pray.

“Please ask God to help our son,”

They plead, faces filled with deep dismay.

And then one day, an angel came

Who said, “I think I have a way.

But there is a catch, you know.

There’s a price you’ll have to pay.”

Tommy’s dad frowned and tugged his hair.

A price! He just couldn’t say okay.

Mom, however, jumped right in

And said “We’ll pay whatever you say.”

One night soon after, The Reaper came

And took poor Tommy’s woes away.

When the children awoke the next morn,

Mom and dad were ashen gray.

“Tommy, lad, and Trudy, dear,”

They heard their mother say,

“Father Smith passed on last night.

Let’s all hold hands and pray.”

Tommy’s folks are filled with grief.

Father Smith was laid to rest today.

Tommy smiled and said a silent prayer

As he dropped a rose on Father’s grave.

This is my entry for 10DOM and One Shot Wednesday.