May 2013
He slams the top of the alarm clock that rings sharply; Two minutes earlier than the sun creeps over the edge of the hills in the morning. He slips out from underneath thick quilts that he cannot sleep without. The morning feels heavy upon his already burdened back. He prepares to begin another seemingly uneventful day. His wife sleeps so quietly for another few hours, As she stays home to attend to the new born. As he finishes his morning routine, tying the tie around his neck, He wakes his son, In second grade, And readies him for school. He wakes his wife just as the sun peers through the window over the bushes. She feeds the newborn and kisses her son, As the men of the house leave to begin their day. His day slowly meandering by, He gets a call around noon. His wife asks if she may go pick up the car they had bought. He argues with her, Fighting his point that they should do it together because the car had a known problem with stalling. Ultimately to avoid a real problem, He gives in. "Sure honey," he whispers to the phone, "Go get the car."
His day continues.
He arrives home to an empty house. "Honey?!, Honey?!" He calls out frantically to the walls of his empty house. He takes out his phone and with trembling fingers he dials her. She doesn't answer, But a man does. "Who the hell is this, And where are my wife and children?" "Sir, Its the chief surgeon at the New Hope Hospital, Your wife is about to endure extensive surgery. I recommend you come here immediately." He drops the phone, and collapsed to his knees. But just as quickly as he dropped, He stood back up, Got in His car, And drove as fast as he could to the hospital.
As he flies through the front doors, He runs straight into the back wing of the hospital, Searching for the nearest operation room. He's stopped by a man in a security suit. He explains to the officer how he had called and gotten the docter on the line, How his wife and children should be in operation. The look on the security officers face was grim. He turned white as a ghost. He says, "Your wife is in operation.. let me bring you to her." His wife? What about his children? Where are his children?! He arrives in the waiting area, where he is told to, Pacing back and forth. The docter finally came back to him. His wife did not make it through the surgery, his children had not even made it to the hospital. The car she was driving had stalled over a set of rail road tracks.
He dropped to his knees and cried. The docter, Security officer, Even passer-bys had stopped to try to console him. He couldn't believe what he had been told. He cried, Cried and cried. As he drove home, He stopped at a pub. He drank a stiff drink of whiskey, hopped back in his car and drove home. He remembered all the details as if it were yesterday. But in fact it had been two years ago to the date. His tears fell upon the clad metal in his hand. As he clenched it tighter, The hollow point drilled through his hollow heart, And he whispered, "I'm coming home".
His day continues.
He arrives home to an empty house. "Honey?!, Honey?!" He calls out frantically to the walls of his empty house. He takes out his phone and with trembling fingers he dials her. She doesn't answer, But a man does. "Who the hell is this, And where are my wife and children?" "Sir, Its the chief surgeon at the New Hope Hospital, Your wife is about to endure extensive surgery. I recommend you come here immediately." He drops the phone, and collapsed to his knees. But just as quickly as he dropped, He stood back up, Got in His car, And drove as fast as he could to the hospital.
As he flies through the front doors, He runs straight into the back wing of the hospital, Searching for the nearest operation room. He's stopped by a man in a security suit. He explains to the officer how he had called and gotten the docter on the line, How his wife and children should be in operation. The look on the security officers face was grim. He turned white as a ghost. He says, "Your wife is in operation.. let me bring you to her." His wife? What about his children? Where are his children?! He arrives in the waiting area, where he is told to, Pacing back and forth. The docter finally came back to him. His wife did not make it through the surgery, his children had not even made it to the hospital. The car she was driving had stalled over a set of rail road tracks.
He dropped to his knees and cried. The docter, Security officer, Even passer-bys had stopped to try to console him. He couldn't believe what he had been told. He cried, Cried and cried. As he drove home, He stopped at a pub. He drank a stiff drink of whiskey, hopped back in his car and drove home. He remembered all the details as if it were yesterday. But in fact it had been two years ago to the date. His tears fell upon the clad metal in his hand. As he clenched it tighter, The hollow point drilled through his hollow heart, And he whispered, "I'm coming home".
