Army Mom’s Safe Haven

JUDY GARCIA

THE FALL OF MY BROTHERS

I stand tall holding my book and torch.
Watching over my people
Who are proud to have me here.
The scurrying of people below
Awaiting a new day.
I can see my twin brothers
As a new day is upon us.

And then
I hear a thunder.
The skies are clear.
It doesn't look like rain.
I turn towards my twin brothers.
One has been hurt.
All I can do is watch
As my brother cries out for help.

And next
I see a bird;
A bird that is flying too low.
I have seen these birds fly before.
But never this low.

Oh NO!!
This bird is flying towards my other twin brother.
He too has been hurt.
My good people below!
I beg you!
Please!
Someone help them!

My second twin brother looks toward me.
He is badly hurt.
I can see that he wants to go.
I nod my head and say
" Don't worry. I'll take care of your brother."
And with that
My twin brother came crashing down.

I look towards the other brother.
The only one I have left.
He too wants to leave.
He cannot bear being without the other.
He looks toward me and says
" Take care of our fellow people."
And with that, he too, comes crashing down.

My twin brothers
Are gone.

I stand tall holding my book and torch.
Watching over my people
Who are proud to have me here;
The scurrying of people below
Waiting.

I can no longer see my twin brothers
As a new day is upon us.

©Copyright (Date Unknown) by Judy Garcia
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From the publication called "Air Waves", a local unions bulletin. Not sure which airline this person works for or what her job is but her name is Judy Garcia; it is her poem