In Memory...

December 14, 2012

In Memory....

Lost
in the mist
hands reaching
voices calling.

Each mother
presses hands to lips,
cocks her ear to listen
for that sweet, tender answer
only she can recognize.

Every father
chases shadows through the fog
his heart thudding
in time with his footsteps.

It is a terror every parent dreads,
no parent dares believe.
No reply to a call.
No sudden discovery,
or flood of relief.

Fall to your knees.
Make deals with God.
Wonder why...
Why you keep breathing
Why days dawn and the world keeps spinning
Why this child?
Why my child?
Why?

And like the mother who waits in the mist,
we wait for a reply that will
never
come