Best Natural Disastersday Poems
She picks up a photograph
And cleans it with her dress
A smile, stolen from better times
Strewn among the mess
A coffee cup with a broken rim
An earring covered in gold
Tiny pieces of who they were
Memories, she can hold
The dream they called their loving home
Lay scattered upon the ground
Her joy becomes her agony
With every piece that's found
A mirror stands without a crack
Reflecting the morning sun
The twister chose to pass it by
Among the damage done
Her future ripped in tiny pieces
Her husband, now lay dead
A day before her birthday
Her wishes turn to dread
She finds the family bible
Its pages wet and torn
All alone she stumbles on,
In silence, begins to mourn
Another day has come and gone
For this lonely widowed wife
She tries to find her way back home
Through her tiny pieces of life
A Father’s Reverie
I have been sentenced to tumblers
of iced tea in an old lawn chair
for the summers that remain
in my life. But I don’t complain.
I go to bed and I lie there
for hours like a mummy.
I stare at the ceiling and finger a curl
in my sleeping wife’s hair.
How many hours do I slaughter
each evening, asking no one
why I quit drinking
the day I got married,
why I got married
the day I quit drinking.
Donal Mahoney