no words,
no understandable comprehension,
when what lies ahead
appears as uncertain as standing with soaking wet shoes
on a bridge of tissue,
when loss is felt so deep
that the core of earth
comparably is shallow,
the emptiness
that consumes thoughts
and robs of ability
fills etched eyes with lonesome tears,
the child left
happy to meet the day
rode on the yellow mode
to learn parts of speech
and solve word problems,
and before lunch
he's picked up,
laughing at what in
an innocent mind
seems like a forgetful parent
forgetting an appointment,
not aware
that sadness beyond depth
awaits beyond the office door,
his sibling, younger in time,
still bound to ride in five-point harness,
at daycare
playing and joyful,
unaware that the morning hug
and cheek-kiss
were to last forever,
whispers of love and goodbye
in a voice that will fade
by time's cruel touch,
when they left
and average day
typical Pennsylvania spring,
mother nature unsure of the role
to play,
the uncertainty of precipitation
the lead to change it all,
to take this day
this understood world
and twist it with metal and wood,
to demolish the preception
of understanding and function,
to gather pieces-shattered, torn, crushed,
to stand up again,
where will the strength flow from...
