Wednesday, April 6
Writer’s Group at 10 am
What will I write this time
Time
Time is flying by
Like a horse in flight
A gallop of frightened
Hooves
Stop
Am I missing something
I cannot catch my breath
My eyes are shut
I don’t want to see
What I am seeing
Bodies
Babies
Mothers
Soldiers
Fathers
Blown out buildings
Empty streets
Rubble
It happened so fast
I cannot grasp
Its magnitude
It’s hell
And yet
We must believe
The destroyed country
Will begin again
With what is left of its
Brave people
One day
They will simply
Pick up a broom
And start sweeping
Pick up a shovel
And start digging
But that wasn’t what I wrote
I wrote about that distant day
July 30, 1952
When we departed Phoenix
And never looked back
It is clear to me
What I wrote is the beginning of the
Complete chronicle of our little family’s
Life on the Highway
Thanks to the Writers’ Group at DCC
(Text available upon request)
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