Bad News
Blind sighted
by a life time of noble deeds
this blow to the soul
this tsunami to the landscape of all
destroyed
in a single call.
These once healing hands
gripping your arm
inflicting
incidental pain
while
significance
strikes my brain
signaling the wailing sound
of horror
that exits
this body
once
whole.
Well-earned wisdom
informed by decades
of expert skill
triggers the
hot wetness
streaming down my cheeks
with eyes shut tight
as my inner sight
wide open
in terror
watches
the tragic movie
called
my new life.
Yes,
Miss know-it-all-smarty pants,
who’s your
Daddy now?
By (Tree) Teresa Head
Holy Lament member
