The Storm Hung There
The storm hung there
Ragged on the edge of her eyes.
Janie watched outside;
Summer played at tries.
Granny waited the hardest,
Jeff and Ross holding on;
Nurse and Worker touching tablets.
The Reaper had left: Papaw was gone.
Rain, some fell, wetting the ground.
Still strong, she waited, not yet.
The Hearts were finally on the way:
She would, at last, fulfill her love debt.
The van backed in the port,
Sorry, so sorry, they were so late:
SXSW, traffic, and a pouring Daylight Savings rain.
It couldn’t be helped, so twisted, such is fate.
Into the room, silent, they went:
Proud and a proper good folk.
They made their last last goodbyes.
Thank God, Barbara, at last broke.
The Hearts did their thing,
Papaw left swift and clean.
Step-Granddaughter, a heroine.
The family as one, mise en scene.
The storm raining down hard so hard
But not such a struggle as our good cheerleader faced.
Down came the rain, and tears and tears and tears.
We leave a family together: arms and hearts interlaced.