AT THE END

The night was warm

stars were shinning

just after the storm

air so fresh

no place to mourn

wed gone for a walk

we liked to do

to sooth our heart

 our spirit too

down the road 

up the river

we'd lighten our load

the burden was great

pain in our heart abode

the shadows moved

the hoot owls hooted

a sound that was new

came from the banks

where the waters grew

the storm wasn't over

we'd been deceived

we'd run for cover

as the river over flowed 

over the road

the river moved

the wave that took us 

a heavier load

we were pulled and thrown

like a rag doll

so small and helpless

with no strength of our own

Our lungs filled with water

yet we still strove

wrapped about a limb

no way to move

she no longer cried

I knew for sure she had died

I flowed with the torrent

beaten and bruised

at the end we stood 

my friends and I

no longer grieved

for we had died

On our sixteenth holloween

Jenny Ford