Treasure Island

John F. McCullagh

(09/28/1954 / Flushing)

Ten


Ten years have passed, Ten, to the day,
Since Cancer took her breath away.
We survivors, left forlorn,
consoled each other as we mourned.
That day a Father lost his child
and was never after seen to smile.
Faith was tested on that day
as each in turn would kneel to pray.
Time, inexorable in its way,
sought to efface our tears away,
as snow and rain and biting wind
efface letters incused in stone.
Time has failed, we can't forget
the loss of our beloved Jeanette.
We who survive, recall the day,
It's stifling heat, the lack of air.
The horror of that ringing phone
That brought the tragic news to home.
Ten years have passed, Ten years she's gone.
Ten years we've had to soldier on.
This day we pause to think of then
And weep for all that might have been.

Submitted: Thursday, July 24, 2014
Edited: Thursday, July 24, 2014

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