pause (for manchester)

This is a pause.
A break.
A chance to
wait for the silent train
in the hushed city,
where the sky feels
grey and the people look
blue.
They’re ready to pull
through, but not yet.
No,
not yet.
This is a pause.
For the stranger
at the bus stop. For the man
at the coffee shop.
For the woman who lived there all her life,
and who now is lost.
Her map fell to ash,
slipped through her fingers
as the world collapsed.
One less key to turn in her lock.
This is a pause.
For houses no longer
homes. For families no longer
whole.
With gritted teeth and tear stained cheeks,
we’re taught to bear arms and soldier on.
But I’d rather be a shoulder to cry on
for those who have lost one.
Pause.
The city is not asleep but
let it snore.
No greater nightmare to prepare for.
Silence on a steady sea,
recovering from a
strong and stable war.
Pause.
Tighter knots and
forget me knots.
Let the bee’s rest for one day more.
Pause.
Watch those 22
moonlight orbs, sail away
to a brighter shore.
Pause.
For those who can’t anymore.
Pause.
Feel the silence as it pours.
Pause.
Hear the city beat for them all.
Pause.
May their stars never fall.
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Comments
Hi Katie A Beautifully written piece
for the tragedy In Manchester
Your words so poignant, they moved me to tears
My respect to you for this write
where you have given a great tribute to
these innocent children
Best wishes Debs