For Christina

Nine good years bookended by tragedy…

A brown-eyed face of hope

suddenly taken away

leaving a hole like Ground Zero in our soul.

Speak not of political ideologies

nor proud partisan remedies

while our tears still be wet,

rather remember her legacy now.

Yes, now and till the winds of time run out of breath!

Henceforth, let us not lash out in anger

but rather reach out in kindness.

 

Again

Wild whipping wind, roar of the beast.

Planet born of sin, sacrificial feast.

Nature’s catastrophic rage unleashed.

Homes crumble like brittle twigs.

Mercy? No hope this storm brings.

Crashing, thrashing force of destruction;

unabated hatred knows no obstruction.

And just that fast,

the tempest passed.

Bloody. Broken. Every breath inducing pain.

As she cringed in a corner, no love remained.

He was sorry. Said he’d never do it again.

Again…