March 3, 2020-
The two little boys missed their Mommy,
as the wind sounded for all the world
like a freight train, headed straight towards them.
Daddy was there, and got his two cowboys
to the safe room of their house.
When they talked with their mother,
later on this first horrific day of their young lives,
they learned that she had been safe, too,
She was in another part of the country,
doing her work.
A musician friend, who has been ailing,
had to flee her home,
along with her beloved soulmate.
They will go back there,
to recover what’s left,
and then move on,
in the light,
provided by a Loving God,
through the portal
of an enveloping community.
The dead are being recovered,
and will long be remembered,
by a city, state and nation,
which cast their arms around
those left, in neighbourhoods,
vibrant, once, and again.