Somebody’s Darling

My friend and I happened upon this accident on our way out to dinner last night, we were just yards from the restaurant parking lot at the intersection of I-45 South and Woodridge when this accident happened. And it happened between 8:45 and 9PM last night, not 10:30PM as all the reports are saying. (I in fact Twittered it at 10:06PM, after I’d been at the restaurant for a good while.)

Of course, when we got to the restaurant, we told our friends about the drama unfolding nearby.  There were some expressions of surprise, but for the most part, as my friend observed in an email to me about it this morning, “life went on as if the incident were surreal.”  That man whose lifeless body we saw on the blood soaked pavement meant something to someone, I can only hope. Today, someone is wracked with grief over his loss.  Reminds me of an old Civil War poem:

Words by Marie Ravenal de la Coste

Into the ward of the clean white-washed halls,
Where the dead slept and the dying lay;
Wounded by bayonets, sabres and balls,
Somebody's darling was borne one day.
Somebody's darling, so young and so brave,
Wearing still on his sweet yet pale face,
Soon to be hid in the dust of the grave,
The lingering light of his boyhood's grace. 

CHORUS: Somebody's darling, somebody's pride,
Who'll tell his mother where her boy died? 

Matted and damp are his tresses of gold,
Kissing the snow of that fair young brow;
Pale are the lips of most delicate mould,
Somebody's darling is dying now.
Back from his beautiful purple-veined brow,
Brush off the wandering waves of gold;
Cross his white hands on his broad bosom now,
Somebody's darling is still and cold.--CHORUS 

Give him a kiss, but for somebody's sake,
Murmur a prayer for him, soft and low,
One little curl from his golden mates take,
Somebody's they were once, you know;
Somebody's warm hand has oft rested there,
Was it a Mother's so soft and white?
Or have the lips of a sister, so fair,
Ever been bathed in their waves of light? --CHORUS

Somebody's watching and waiting for him,
Yearning to hold him again to her breast;
Yet there he lies with his blue eyes so dim,
And purple, child-like lips half apart.
Tenderly bury the fair, unknown dead,
Pausing to drop on his grave a tear;
Carve on the wooden slab over his head,
"Somebody's darling is slumbering here."--CHORUS

1 thought on “Somebody’s Darling”

  1. Man, this is sad. Makes my heart ache. I don’t even know exactly what to say, but I wanted to say something.

    My wife was in the ER one full day a few weeks ago after she learned the hard way that her Honda Metropolitan (50 cc scooter) could not stand up to a large car at an intersection. She’s okay now. But when they first called me, just as I was heading into my first court case of the day, I freaked. (Fortunately, the judge forgave me for running into his courtroom and throwing my files at him, telling him I had to run and that I was giving him the files so he’d know which cases I wasn’t going to be there on that morning.)

    Life is short. Go hug your darling while you can.

    Rick Horowitzs last blog post..Double-talk: a.k.a. Lyin’ *wink*


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