On April 10th, 2013 my hometown where I lived for 30 years, was struck by a tornado. The past two nights I can’t sleep because I keep thinking about all of our friends and family that still live there. I keep imagining the terror they felt as the storm tore through the neighborhood. Thoughts of what we as a family can do to help those affected by the storm keep running through my head. I decided that in honor of National Poetry Month, I would write a poem based on my friend’s experience that night.
The tornado siren is blaring
The kids are staring
What should we do
I’m scared are you
One, two, three, four
Children downstairs as the wind shakes the door
The baby is just two months old
I’m afraid I won’t have a strong hold
I strap her to me in her baby carrier
This could not be any more scarier
Finally, it comes to a stop
I wonder what it looks like up top
Some toys are thrown
Our shed was blown
I’m just grateful we are all OK!!!
Fortunately, there were no casualties during the storm. However, we lost one of our linemen today as he was restoring power. My thoughts and prayers go out to the lineman’s family and friends. Also, to everyone impacted by the storm as they work to rebuild the community!