Tornado
Feelings of hopelessness
engulf us in a center closet.
We know the warnings
of an eminent tornado.
My family looks to me
in a search for courage
and I try to deliver
by concealing my fears.
I offer assurances
consoling words,
comforting hugs,
and silent prayers.
I know I am helpless
as we await natures wrath
and then it happens -
we all gasp.
The house shakes,
the dogs cling
and fearfully squeal.
The children cry.
..and then – silence, just like that.
It’s all over. We survived!
Caring nothing about our losses
we are just grateful to be alive.
Copyright © Ed Coet | Year Posted 2008
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