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.

YOU ARE READING
The Life of Another Death
PoetryHer pain brought her death, Her death brought their pain, Their pain gave you this story.