113...Sandy and Laura

Uninvited guest she was who came
Obtrusive intruder into his home,
To sweep him and the rest off their feet,
Make a name for herself well known.

She grew unkind and intolerable,
No stranger to the neighborhood,
Old Captain Jack seen her kind before
Cloaked in ominous tides of doom.

Overbearing grey complexion
Steeped in hazardous shades of bleak,
A surge of fear loomed out of the sea
Breaching barriers of protected peace.

Flooding her mark with confusion,
Emergency calling card disclosed,
With roars of chaos in her tone
Signature creeping waters rolled.

Up to his knees in pessimism
Soaked in groans of anxiety;
Indeed she was in no mood to leave
Before imposing her calamity.

A clamor carried by the wind
Journeyed to unsettle a conscience,
Tuned-in to the frequency
Of a distress call sent by providence.

Rushing to meet instincts head on
With a singular purpose and drive,
Old Captain Jack from down the road,
A recluse by the shore came to mind.

Laura perceiving Sandy's ill will
And Jack's plight evoking distraught;
A land-line became the lifeline,
Love for your fellow man the cause.

A lone phone stood to be answered
Through murky waters above the knees;
Disoriented by the darkness
Picked up to hear an angel speak.

“Don't worry I’ll be there soon"
I am your neighbor he was told.
In a nick of time to rescue
What Sandy came to take and boast.

On that day two unexpected visitors
Descended upon his sensibilities;
One pushed him inch by inch to sleep,
The other pulled him out of the deep.

It seems those old bones still matter
Of the highest value to love offered.
An angel made that perfectly clear
When love saved the day to remember.



DionWorx


Authors comments; Dedicated to Laura and John who’s unselfish acts of love and human compassion became Angels in their own right and found their way, especially into the hearts they have touched. These humble words are my tribute to them and the true story that unfolded when the cyclone named Sandy came October 29, 2012

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