The Coming Storm

Standing outside, I could sense it coming like before. The air thick, still, birds stopped singing. The sky, a jaundiced yellow, a sickly color about to run its course. Always wondering "will this be the funnel cloud that takes everything away?" Frantically, I've tried to fill a tiny bucket list I made just for her: Picnics to remember Special photos framed Comfort meals from her past Sounds of her great grandchildren squeeling at their birthday parties I love you's more frequent than before The last storm, the third we've faced, had outcomes we were familiar with- Tree limbs down Electric lines dangling Power out But we were lucky, neighbors helped with clean-up, power was restored, we could get around, just a little slower. Now I feel it coming again, that same sickly yellow. I busy myself with household distractions- Move the pictures on the wall Write this poem Shuffle my mementos Something catches my ear- A few heavy raindrops Begin To Fall Moms had another stroke 02/09/14 © All Rights Reserved