Challenger

The sorrow is too much to hold As heroes meet their doom. It oozes from the TV screen And permeates the room. It crawls across the polished floor And finds me sitting there. I am without resistance as It pastes me to the chair. I did not know their stories Knew nothing of their lives. They’re part of me forever, since I’ve met husbands and wives. I’ve seen pictures of their parents And children of seven who died. This will be a remembered day When everybody cried. Now important people gather These lives to eulogize. They will take their place in history As new heroes arise.