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A letter from the Mountains
Dear John
The ice is thick the snow is deep
The sky is blue but unmerciful still
Its heated cauldron is so up high
Since we landed on this white wasteland
The jagged peaks around us loom
Like dragon’s teeth planted on the ground
My heart is breaking as I say this
Our son, yours and mine
He breathed his last today
He was broken deep inside
In both his body and his spirit
I weep, no, I wail, I grief
For him our only son
Born of my womb
Consecrated with your love
Our first born
Our beloved
Would that I died in his stead
Would that I know where heaven is
I would trade myself for him
So you will see your son once more
So you can embrace him
My beloved husband
My Love
It has been a week since the tragedy
I see no signs of rescuers
No humming of helicopters
There are little sounds here
Except for the screaming winds
Gushing through the plane’s broken wings
Almost all have perished
For food is gone and morale is low
Along with the others,
Our daughter is fading away
Just six, she is so sick
My beloved John, My husband
I am one of two that’s still alive
I am fading fast, I feel so light
Our daughter’s in my arms
Dead those four days
I leave to see our son now
There is light around us
Roars of clapping thunder
Rotating lights and flashing lightning
Waves of screaming voices
I can’t see them but they are near
Are they angels of death then…
The ice is thick the snow is deep
The sky is blue but unmerciful still
Its heated cauldron is so up high
Since we landed on this white wasteland
The jagged peaks around us loom
Like dragon’s teeth planted on the ground
My heart is breaking as I say this
Our son, yours and mine
He breathed his last today
He was broken deep inside
In both his body and his spirit
I weep, no, I wail, I grief
For him our only son
Born of my womb
Consecrated with your love
Our first born
Our beloved
Would that I died in his stead
Would that I know where heaven is
I would trade myself for him
So you will see your son once more
So you can embrace him
My beloved husband
My Love
It has been a week since the tragedy
I see no signs of rescuers
No humming of helicopters
There are little sounds here
Except for the screaming winds
Gushing through the plane’s broken wings
Almost all have perished
For food is gone and morale is low
Along with the others,
Our daughter is fading away
Just six, she is so sick
My beloved John, My husband
I am one of two that’s still alive
I am fading fast, I feel so light
Our daughter’s in my arms
Dead those four days
I leave to see our son now
There is light around us
Roars of clapping thunder
Rotating lights and flashing lightning
Waves of screaming voices
I can’t see them but they are near
Are they angels of death then…
Published 7th Jul 2012
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7th Jul 2012 3:04pm
Anonymous
7th Jul 2012 4:46pm
This is so accurate. There was a similar incidence like this in California, in the northern snowy region. A family in a van got stuck in snow in the middle of nowhere. The mother tried calling 911 but they answered and did not respond because she could not tell them where they were. So they all died in the van. Your poem is so compelling that I was mesmerized by every word. Also it is a testimony to your gift as a writer to be able to put yourself in a situation that maybe you did not experience. I only say this because I am used to snow, cold, blizzards etc and you got it so right.
Bravo
Kitty
Bravo
Kitty
7th Jul 2012 11:18pm
Thanks dear Kitty: the poem was written for Eamon's Happy Fathers Day competition, about a plane crash in the mountains and a mother/survivor with two children, telling the husband in a letter about their situation. No I never seen snow or felt it in my life and only know of it...imaginations play a great part however through books and other media...I am glad if you think I got it right.
