A fifteen foot wall of water
Shattering, crushing, erasing
Everything in its path
227,000 souls gone
The earth quaked
And the water moved
Are the Gods angry still?

Peace within
A quiet place to live
Far from the maddening
Crowd of people
And their stories

It was only a party
While she studies for exams
It was only a party
With five of his favorite friends
It was only a party
But she asked him to leave
It was only a party
But she did not understand
She must be such a …
It was only a party

Next to the USA flag, they still fly
The MIA flag,
As if MIA was a separate country,
Driving my car becomes a song filled place
A place where joy abounds
A place where you are still here
I drove for hours today
Just glad to be free to love you
I just wish I knew where your final resting place is
So I could talk to you and
Not have to drive alone in my car.
You are forever young
I wonder when the MIA flag will come down
You would be almost seventy by now
Could you have survived so long
I am surprised by my gray hair
If you came home now,
How would I explain the woman I became.

You bet
All
On something
uncontrollable
How is it that
You can trust
a force
Beyond
A compassionate God
Who only speaks in signs
That are not seen

Every Sunday afternoon
I curled up on a couch and watched,
While he sat on the couch trying
To remember who he was, or who I was.
I listened to his five stories again and again-
repeated and predicted conversations
He did not remember me;
I did not remember him as anyone other
my sunday man.

For fifteen years of Sundays
me and my sunday man enjoyed
a peaceful respite.
So when he collapsed and an ambulance
took him away,
It felt  suddenly, unexpectedly, and surprisingly
Shocking
he was gone,


the doctor kindly said that we did a yomen's job
and could do no more; His frontal lobe was gone.
They transferred him to a nursing home

The last Sunday I saw him; he knew me, for
One brief moment, he smiled and winked and said
He would meet me upstairs with the big guy.
Then the smile closed to a vacant stare and
He was gone again.

How are tornados made?
Easy answers to a seven year old’s
Curiosity are found on utube;
grandma feel so smart until,
the videos show the dead bodies of
people caught up in tornadoes.
The fury of weather terrifies a young boy;
Now the questions are about death
And whether we ever get tornadoes
In our back yard.
Still, he charms her with a
“lets watch more videos tomorrow”