Daddy doing better--still sick, but more responsive, fever down. Thanks for your prayers, please keep them coming.
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With today being the two year anniversary of Katrina, imagined myself a survivor recounting their memories to a reporter. Have no idea what they went through, but this may be close.
God be with those affected, especially those who lost loved ones.
[WHAT DO YOU RECALL?] Ummm ... early morning when it made landfall. Needles in the wind and rain, reminders of who's in control. Rain pricked eyes, banshee wail tried to -- scary, but we survived. Lost some shingles, a pane of glass -- man. We were lucky ... made it through the worst Nature could [HEAVY SIGH]. A f t e r: can't talk without -- know what it's like to have fifteen feet of flood chase you to the roof, into the heat? No time to grab food or water: rose too fast. Seein' bodies bloat by -- do you know what that does? They were the lucky ones. Made it to shelter, all of us, relocated to Houston: ain't home. Got no home to go -- been two YEARS. Tryin' to get on with my life ... those that died, they were the lucky ones. [WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?] Why, you ask? THEY don't have the memories ........ [BROKEN SOBS: TAPE ENDS]
(c) 2007, Karla Dorman (8/29)
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Reviews of "Katrina, Two Year Anniversary: THE LUCKY ONES"
Karla I am glad to hear your Dad is doing better and yes we will keep him in our prayers. Karla we can only imagine what everyone went through with Katrina and I guess it proves all memories are not good ones dear. Thank you for sharing these heartbreaking words and making us realize lucky we really are. Take care.
Newfie Hugs and prayers, Rose
Wow as always I am amazed at the power of your poetry, I was watching AC 360 earlier, and an image caught my eye, a childs doll that lay on the ground all muddy, but whole it made me think of all the children that were lost that day
God Bless
Michelle~
We'll not know, when we are charged with going on living, whether the dead were the lucky ones until we go to join them. I have smelled the stench of what the tornado leaves behind, and it isn't nice. Your poem takes me to a thousand disasters remembered, the world groans under them. Thanks Karla...Jerry
Everyone said it all, so I have no words except: God bless all those who survived this terrible tragedy, and bless the souls of those who died from Mother Nature's wrath, and their families who still struggle to make sense of it all. Thank you Karla, this was as good as tho you were really there. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace one earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), little sister, Barbie
Karla, just to let you know how poignant your poem is, when I read the last part of it my chest began to swell and tears flooded my eyes. What an awful tragedy of nature for mankind.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2007
You can certainly get to that point when depression bogs you down into the muck and mire of what has happened and the realization that things will NEVER be the same as they were again . . .
Powerful account of what a victim of the hurricane must have gone through; you made us feel as though *YOU* experienced Katrina! WOW, what a powerful, hardhitting, heartbreaking poem you have penned; just fantastic writing! BRAVA!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
You paint a riveting picture, Painful to read,A whole new perspective on Lucky To Be Alive, comes to mind. Thank you for reaching past your pain to let me see your life. I'm Thankful you survived.Jen
Pray for the light. Pray that you last that long. The Long Hour Before Light is a classic collection of Horror tales, re-mastered by Champagne Book Group
love Tinka
Newfie Hugs and prayers, Rose
Georg
a very tough write here-
John
Be safe,
Karen
God Bless
Michelle~
ET
Fee
Thaank you for reading and commenting of my work! You're an angel!!!
Sandie May Angel :o)
Walt
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :( >tears! <
Peace and blessings,
~Gwendolyn