His Saturday was routine
The dutiful son
Tending to his loving mother
His wife and young family
Free from worry
Unsuspecting of events to come
Plans made
Goodbyes exchanged
Never to be spoken again
Because his movements were watched
And noted
His comfortable manner
With his townsfolk abused
Infected minds
Hiding behind a wall
And a Cause
An action
So swift
So devastating
So cruel
It ripped the heart from him and us
The good
The ordinary
Our everything
Erased
Stolen
An event I couldn’t fathom
Why?
So I was left
Bereft
Adrift
Cast at sea
Floating
Life carrying me onwards only
With its predictable tides
Then, some years later
Legacy came to call
It wrapped it's net around me and plunged me
Deeper into a thick pool of despair
Filled with other desperate bodies
Too many to count
All of us packed like minnows
Waiting to be released
Back into the cool, wide ocean
It was hard to look up
But when I could
I saw a speck of light above
Not so much an angel
Perhaps a memory?
Or memories
My years with him
From an infant to a teen
His laugh
His charm
The kindness in his arms
He still keeps me warm
He helps me recall
The good souls on this earth
Reminds me that we are
All seeing life
Through the same prism
Our own truths
Reflected as a rainbow spectrum
You can see every colour
If you try
His light reminds me
I can swim
And I will remind the world of him
My children may never feel his touch
Or hear his voice
But they will know who he was
Through my touch
And through my voice
His love
Is my love
His trust
Is my trust
His hope
Is my hope
I will swim
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