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April 5th, 1972
I still see her on disaster's green
Braving the tempest aftermath
To search for siblings in between
The wreckage of a twister's path.
The wind was in her silhouette,
Before the turbulence beyond,
And betrayed nothing of the fret
That the ransacking wind had spawned.
Then, as an angel plucks a ghost,
She whisked me off to safety sure
Or if need be get diagnosed,
Or otherwise be made secure...
Like memories which won't rescind
Of angels in the silhouette wind.
Braving the tempest aftermath
To search for siblings in between
The wreckage of a twister's path.
The wind was in her silhouette,
Before the turbulence beyond,
And betrayed nothing of the fret
That the ransacking wind had spawned.
Then, as an angel plucks a ghost,
She whisked me off to safety sure
Or if need be get diagnosed,
Or otherwise be made secure...
Like memories which won't rescind
Of angels in the silhouette wind.
Published 22nd Feb 2023
Author's Note
Composed after the 2021 death of my savior sister.
I was nine years old at the time of the depicted event.
I was nine years old at the time of the depicted event.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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