a rush of relief
as I listened to the news;
Brett stood at the shower door
his blue eyes
bright with tears.
Raw grief followed relief.
A day of tumbling tears -
remembering the pain
and the fear
and the loss.
Firemen and police
climbing the stairs
into smoke, fire
death.
My policeman husband
would have willingly gone.
I can't imagine.
But I do.
This poem has been submitted to the Thursday Poet's Rally
And it won an award! From the Promising Poets' Poetry Cafe Wow!! Thanks! And, check out my nomination for the award, JP's Poetry.
