The Life of Another Death

The Lightning Was Beautiful That Night (Her Aunt)

The lightning was beautiful that night,

so beautiful that the lights were all turned off.

Off so I could see the flickering lights,

not stars or helicopters,

the lightning.

Her mother called me,

and tears fell down,

one.... by one...

She was a beautiful young girl,

A writer at heart,

An artist in her soul

I was her teacher,

She was my student,

I showed her expression,

She showed me compassion.

My darling niece,

One to be proud of,

I looked in the mirror,

the lightning flashing,

I yelled "That should have been me!"

I hit the mirror,

A thousand mes staring back,

With a face that leaked so quickly.

The lightning was beautiful that night.