O Broken Heart—A Dirge
for Timara and Janyia
O broken heart!
Three-year-old Janyia lying dead on the street,
Her mother Timara asking her, over and over,
To open her eyes, “Janyia, wake up; you’re not doing this to
Mommy,
Just wake up.”
The two other babies, Mia and Kylina, safe but stunned
By the unfeeling car, striking everyone down,
And their little sister quiet and still
Under the car.
The heartbreak seeps in, then sweeps in like a tidal wave
Cold and blackness and impossibility, this stillness,
This stillness!
Her life so hard as it is, three babes under 4,
And an unborn one in her womb, 7 months,
Contractions triggered by the trauma of the car accident.
Seven days later, the little child Janyia waked and buried,
The heart broken. Can it ever heal? Can the pain, Sweet
Jesus,
Ever subside, like the tsunami of suffering and
Darkness.
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Bob Coughlin
/ August 24, 2017
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