Gone in the blink of an eye.
The empty swing, still swaying in the afternoon breeze.
Leaving only questions and despair.
As life fades to black.
Beware, the predators.
Waiting, seeking their innocent prey.
Silent, evil power.
Shrouded in the persona of non-descript and ordinary.
Seamlessly blending with the mundane of:
“just another day”.
A young life, cut short.
Precious sons and daughters.
Never to be replaced.
Toy soldier, standing guard.
Dolls, sitting on a shelf.
A film of dust, softens the lifeless features.
Constant reminders of unbearable loss.
Gone in 60 seconds.
As if a wisp of smoke.
Another troubled soul.
Rises up to join the sky.
Be wary, be diligent, be ever on guard.
May this loss.
Never be yours.
“Vanished” © 2008 Geraldine H. Hartman
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