Written for my co-worker, Katie, who was at home painting and heard screams...went to the scene of a horrible accident and tried to assist~but it was too late for the children...She is a hero in my eyes for trying.
She felt no pain as shards of glass sliced her bare feet.
All she knew was that a young mother was wailing with grief.
Blood trickled from the three-year old's eyes
as she tilted back his detached head...
She knew it was no use.
The ambulances took too damn long!
She ordered bystanders to concentrate on the living.
The boy would leave the accident with a toe-tag on,
sister trapped in the back seat.
Sweet Katie did...
She triaged them all
with paint flecks in her hair,
and bib overalls on,
barely disguising her
angelic aura.
