My thoughts for this blog emerged in verse–for better or worse.
Will I ever not hear my mother’s voice
screaming for her baby girl
whenever I hear of a plane crash?
Now San Francisco etched in my mind
two young girls lost
just looking for an American summer.
Parents screaming for their baby girl.
“Why” is on our lips,
but what does that matter really?
A tough decent,
an unskilled landing.
lives tossed like dice.
“So many survived”
media voices eager to
put a good face on the day.
Safest way to travel.
But many shaken to their core
“critical” mumbled beside “survivors.”
Remember them too.
A mother screaming for her baby girl.