Gone With The Wind Poem by Deanna Samuels

It was a long, long day, waiting in line
waiting, waiting
waiting,
hoping for a small morsel of bread
a few crumbs
to stave off such hunger
that no human should know
should never know
starvation
nothing to sustain a living soul

Death and destruction
the conflict that erupted so suddenly
without explanation, was like no other
homelessness
pillaging
plundering
murdering
How could a thriving, prosperous town
come to such degradation
humiliation

Dwelling place of years blown to bits
nothing remained
family rooms, pictures, a child's toy
a favorite chair, photographs
now a memory
no keepsake left from a lifetime
of labor and hard work,
only dust remains.
Soon even that will disappear,
disappear and be gone with the wind

Written in Courtice, Ontario - January 2024, a theme on titles.