…A Lighted --- Distress Call…

The night

was gray and full of fog, the need for help

so real

…---…

My world

had crumbled, Dad was hurt and Dave

was barely living

...---…

And so I stood,

beside my brother, to send a lighted

distress call

…---…

And with the light

that blinked short-long-short., my prayers

ascended up above

…---…

“Help them, Father,

to see the light, and come to help us now.

Please rescue us, I pray!”

…---…

And finally

through the foggy night, the sound

of churring blades

…---…

wiped away the quiet tears…
calmed my anguished fears---My silent prayers were answered…

 and our lighted call was stilled.

Peace descended on

helicopter wings

giving off its own light

as the life-flight crew appeared.

They said without

our signal lights they couldn’t see

our house

and without

Mom’s living breath, Dave would

have been dead.

They told us

that our mother was a true

and living hero,

but their words

did not surprise me, for I’d known it

all my life.

She’d answered

my distress signals whenever

I had called.

She’d always

been my hero and an answer

to my cries.