IN THE CHANGING OF THE SKIES

She sat on her recliner chair 
In the cool of the evening, 
With her eyes fixated on the passing clouds,
Her thoughts of life were carried away 
On every ice crystal, that were floating in the sky.

Then suddenly, the ocean blue backdrop of the sky
Became overcasted within minutes,
The beauty of her flower garden, 
Began fading into a somber grey shadow,
As darkness descended like an eagle in flight.

Her heart became swollen with sadness, 
As she recalled that dark day of August 10th 1999,
It was as her morning began, with a breathtaking sunrise,
Birds singing their hearts out, in celebration of the new day,
While bees and butterflies were busy doing their chores,
She extended her arms, as to hug the gods that had given her life.

Then without warning, tragedy struck,
The banging on her door at 7am, August 10th 1999,
Will forever change the course of her life,
As the bearer of bad news struggled to informed her,
Of the death, of her only child.

In an instant, her world were transformed 
From a place of joy and happiness,
To a graveyard of sorrowful souls 
And unending woes.

This she recalled, in the changing of the skies.

Wilford Barker.