A poem with a couple of twists that's sure to pull at your heart.
His suitcase was packed full of memories like scrapbooks scattered on the floor. He wanted to remember her face before he crossed beyond this door.
She was crying and begging no her voice cracks of whispered pain. She didn’t understand this now... There’s hurt where love did once remain.
He didn’t want to leave her... But Time whispered "You must go" and he began to describe to her how life is only one long show.
He spoke to her: "Honey, it’s OK now... Though you feel that this is wrong. I’ll just be on another stage... For God’s play is awfully long."
"Remember how you applauded when the actors came to line? Just remember in your heart... It’s not goodbye all the time."
She was angry at him still... But the doorway grew empty of him. Her heart started to run around as though a race it could not win.
The car pulled out of the driveway and the street became silent and vague... She clutched onto her teddy bear as her daddy drove away.
A business trip had called to him... She loved her daddy dear. She didn’t understand at all why he couldn’t stay right here.
Upon that large, Boeing plane - his face glanced out the window. There seemed to be a breath of dread But, only the Good Lord knows.
He thought about his little girl and almost felt ashamed to leave for this business trip for a company that knew not his name.
The engines came up as a whispered roar the stewardesses explained life and death. The plane began to be taxied away and prepared for the future’s depth.
The little girl, she watched the skies certain that her daddy would appear. Did God give him wings to fly ...and did he have landing gear?
Ah, the innocence of a child questioning everything around. She only wanted her family to be together now.
The plane took off against the horizon and into the red, morning sun... He thought about her one more time before time was through and done.
He didn’t want to leave her... But Time whispered "You must go" And fate began sing to him "You’re now in another show"
All they could find were scraps of a once proud passenger plane. Where there once were memories are now only ghostly names.
A field in Pennsylvania shook when this steel curtain fell. Shadows teared within the child’s eyes for television showed the inferno well.
"I want my daddy!" Was all that she could scream. "I want my daddy! Why is God so bad and mean?"
That night, a dream came to her in the waning hours of moonlight She felt a kiss upon her forehead "Hush now, it will be all right"
She was crying and begging no her voice cracks of whispered pain. She didn’t understand this now... There’s hurt where love did once remain.
He spoke to her: "Honey, it’s OK now... Though you feel that this is wrong. I’ll just be on another stage... For God’s play is awfully long."
"Remember how you applauded when the actors came to line? Just remember in your heart... It’s not goodbye all the time."
Wow - I'm going to remember you when it comes time to desribe a scene like this in a book I'm writing. But fiction never quite caputres emotion the way poetry does - well done!
Monette
Wow- Lori- this was Movinggggggggg- I don't know what else to say- I feel for your pain- This touches every cell within- WArmly,Sheee YOu wrote this all out so elequently too---
This is one powerful and meaningful write Lori, one of your finest. It left me with tears in my eyes and an ache in my heart. As a father of three daughters and a grandfather of two more it hit home so hard. Which is what a great poem should do.
So much is said for those that perished in New York and Washington, D.C.; once in a while, someone talks about the heroes in Pennsylvania. NOT ENOUGH--thank you not forgetting, first of all, and for remembering their sacrifice with this powerfully moving tribute. BRAVA!
A wonderful and moving tribute to those who sacrificed their lives for us in Pennsylvania
Their sacrifice was not in vain Lori
"He spoke to her: "Honey, it’s OK now...
Though you feel that this is wrong.
I’ll just be on another stage...
For God’s play is awfully long."
"Remember how you applauded
when the actors came to line?
Just remember in your heart...
It’s not goodbye all the time."
Peter
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Felix
Interestingly You Almost Wrote What I Just Said!
PS: (God) Doesn't Fly In 747 or 777 or 7777 -- His Own(Unseen) UFO!
Right On !
TRASK
So much is said for those that perished in New York and Washington, D.C.; once in a while, someone talks about the heroes in Pennsylvania. NOT ENOUGH--thank you not forgetting, first of all, and for remembering their sacrifice with this powerfully moving tribute. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Their sacrifice was not in vain Lori
"He spoke to her: "Honey, it’s OK now...
Though you feel that this is wrong.
I’ll just be on another stage...
For God’s play is awfully long."
"Remember how you applauded
when the actors came to line?
Just remember in your heart...
It’s not goodbye all the time."
Peter