You have one here, a voice claimed.
Crawling like a snake into the van.
Touching fingers, grasping hold.
Meeting eyes brown and speaking.
A mothers breath so slow, no words heard.
"Please" she cried,"get us out of here".
I whisper loudly, calm now, "help is near".
Topsy turvey roof on ground.
Caved in doors, smoke galore.
Console in this lap, reclining seat
Soft and grey, crushing spine where she lay.
"Please, make them hurry!" "What's your name"?
"Tammy", she replied,
"Pray for me, please, please why"
"Hold my hand, don't let me die"
Strands of braids, soaked in red.
Oh sweet Jesus, so much to do.
All that's seen is head and arm.
So what the hell can we do?
Water splashes on pavement beside.
Sounds of motors coming through.
Machines are pulling, slides Mom out.
Now removing this one, plotting about.
Atlanta to enjoy six flags she said.
Watching her shiver, cathlon in.
Oxygen given, glass is falling
We cover heads, five kids she has.
CLosing eyes, knowing, two are dead.
Resting my head, upon her hand.
Looking past,the fireman's feet
There, her daughter on highway's heat.
Ten lives changed in an instance.
While enjoying weather, never better.
The Mississippi sun, beaming down.
Cool breeze is blowing above this mess.
Please Dear Lord, no time to waist.
Help rescuers determine removals defeat.
As seat post pop, release of pressure
Causing pain, a day of life, yet unclaimed.
Log roll unto the board, secured.
Enroute, the journey her changing world.
Losses, gains no more the same.
Again, a faith once lost, now regained.
Yet, somehow hopes renouced a name.
"Tk, Tk where are you, my angel saved me"
Who took you? A salty wetness touched my lip.
Into the morgue their bodies kept.
Sedatives for Tammy, the moments slept.
Each night, Each morn when I awake.
Cradling memories with much am blessed.
Laughter, loving, the lives I've met.
One minute with you, the next removed.
Cherish the moments, the cries, the blues.
For in an instance, life is removed.
Written
July 23, 2000
