Joyce Johnson Poet Rhyme

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.

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Carolyn Devonshire January 18, 2019 at 8:16 PM Congratulations, Joyce. I won't forget this day. Our governor had just announced his campaign for the U.S. Senate and boarded a plane to Jacksonville for his first campaign stop. They saw the tragedy while in the air, so our governor interrupted his campaign and returned to Tallahassee. The first teacher to fly into space, Christa McAuliffe was on that flight. She had met with our Education Commissioner just before the flight. So very sad. Excellent write, dear friend! Love, Carolyn

Nancy Jones December 7, 2011 at 10:20 PM all the time, in streets all over the world, yep, thanks for the down-to-the-bones write, Joyce, awesome! namaste~N