At twelve noon I made a cup of ginger tea
And reached out to tell my children
How much we love them.
It was like death was heading towards me.
Nothing in its way.
I saw the destruction of all that I love before my eyes.
The tea was warm.
The day was bitter.
There was no holding back the great death,
The waves of loss.
Silently the minutes passed.
When I realized the day was over
My cup was empty.
And my heart was numb.
The great death had begun.
The messages of love are all that’s left - -
Last minute incantations of protection.
Just wanted to let you know how much we love you
and that we are here for you no matter what.
Dear God, please keep them safe.
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