PARENTS

The sun rises.
The morning is calm.
Midday brings thunderstorms.
The storms are strong.

Control is lost.
We are at the mercy.
Our cries are lost in the wind.
Our actions are lost in the dust.

Is the foundation solid?
Can it be repaired now?

We had the chance; the blocks are laid.
We can only wait until the storm is gone.
How long will it be?

As long as it takes we will be there.
We talk but we forgive.
Extinction is our destiny.

©June 26, 1993O Steve Lunsford