What’s this I see? Another reddish glow?
Don’t think; just act! Don’t agonize; just do!
I cannot let this be again, oh no!
It’s sinful, but I must save ’52.
The voice of One says “Let them make a third!”
I start to move despite the cosmic cry.
I act as though I haven’t seen a word.
I’ve come too far to watch my daughter die.
I’ll plant myself along that little rise
in such a way to block the line of sight.
I’ll be a hero in my daughter’s eyes,
and One will understand a mother’s plight.
Despite the dwindling light and lack of juice,
I still can move—Oh no! My leg is caught!
I pull and twist; I cannot get it loose.
O, what with my transgressions have I wrought?
©2010 Louis A. Merrimac
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