The challenge yesterday was to write a poem about a moment in time. I wrote to Rosa Parks, and Martin Luther King. Today, I wrote about another moment in time. When my life as it was ended and then started again. Call it an early "Dancing With Grief" offering.
THE DAY MY DAUGTER DIED
Jolene Elizabeth Franklin
March 13, 2008
the phone late
into the night.
Tick, tock, my heart grows
colder with ev’ry beat.
Will the police never call?
Mother retreats, perchance to dream.
Facebook friends join my pain-filled vigil.
Coroner’s office on caller I.D.
Time freezes, my heart stops. I demand
answers--How? When? Not asking the
most important question: Why?
It cannot be answered.
Dead. Three Days. Hanging.
“She’s dead, Mom!”
Darlene Franklin copyright 2014