Thwarted plans...

Oh the plans that we make for a summer
submersion, breathing, swinging...

How quickly it can change!

the wailing you never expect to hear
your child's body broken crying from the soul
wanting to be the one hurt instead














the expectations of the worst
the pushing to make normalcy out of a catastrophe

then in the agony of healing

beyond the unexpected

the realization

the disbelief

what have we done?

is there anything to show for this beyond pale facades?

healed bones? tightly knitted bonds?