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Boston Marathon

The Boston Marathon turned tragic this past Monday when two bombs went off near the finish line of the race. Two of our kids were downtown when it happened. Both are, thank God, safe, but others were not so lucky. Our hearts go out to all.

Boston Marathon

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Participants in the 2010 Boston Marathon in Wellesley, just after the halfway mark (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Blank page accuses me

but I’m wordless,
my mind stuck in the moment
I heard the explosion,

the second glass shattered,

viewing stands collapsed,
runners crashed to the street
from the bomb’s blast

A pressure cooker,
a timer,
nails and such

from the hardware store

Anyone could buy
at the Ace on the corner

put together in the garage.
No one would suspect a thing.

We have the method,
but not the motive:
neither who nor why,
and it leaves us wrecked.

We toss and turn,
wake at 2 AM,
imagined footsteps
clomp by our door.

Only a dream,

a stand-in for the worry
we are vulnerable,
fragile,

and anyone
with a few dollars,
a little know-how,
a stain on their soul,

could, in a moment,
change our lives forever.

 

 

 

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Comments on: "Boston Marathon" (4)

  1. Glad you are all safe. Keeping you and all of the families in my thoughts and prayers.

  2. Margaret, I’m glad your family is all right and glad you could use your poetry to express your feelings. Yesterday I commented on the importance to Live in the Moment as we’re all at risk. http://www.marsharwest.com/category/blog
    Small comfort, but it looks like the FBI will get their man.

  3. Beautiful poem, Margaret. I know I speak for all New Yorkers when I say we understand how awful the next weeks will be and how difficult it is to heal. The sounds of sirens and fireworks, any reminder of where you were and what you were doing when the bomb went off will trigger a response. But you will heal, go on, and the race will go on next year.

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