Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Nineteen - Remembering Tucson 2




Tucson
by doria dphrepaulezz



A magical Nine dancing in the winters’ wind
Swirling graciously
The cold breeze turning warm in the desert sun
Fluttering in the fragrant air, a promise for tomorrow
A leap of faith past the river of tears,
into the cold reality of what is
A whisper passes the lips of an Angel
Christina, softly echoing through the winters’ air
Nine year short, nine years long
Nine years gone away too soon
Like petals of a rose so soft so sweet
So slight, so small, so strong beyond her time.
An angel gone so suddenly in the late morning sunlight.
In a single moment, Christina, and Nine was gone
A Mothers’ heart broken
A nation in tears.
Nine remembered.
Not forgotten.



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