In the joyous morning
Bird song and laughter fills the air
Children scattered, pine scents
Whomphhh breaks the noisy silence.
I swallow my heart.
Screams - my own echoing my mother's senseless siren tones
"Get her out...get her out" a mantra streaming from my screaming lips
directed at the sharp orange flames that fill my entire vision.
Running the steps to her flaming tomb my father a moment ahead.
Heat ripping the air around my face
for one breathless second before they appear.
Aflame and shocked.
I stike them to the ground.
Instinct takes over in frantic effort
Remove the blue flames.
They flee seeking healing and safety.
What next?
Remove explosives, remove the children,
minimize damage, sooth the family,
carry on, carry on, carry on,
then sleep.
Months later when I least expect it,
my mind hears it and I swallow my heart again.
An echo of a defining moment
heard only by myself-
Whomphh. The world flashes orange.