for the families

Our widow’s walks are empty.
Nobody is ever lost at sea anymore,
not forever.

We want debris to sift through, the black box
tracking mechanical last moments.

We need to number the bones
in their sleep, and hope
through all our counting
and accounting
there was no suffering

but there are no instruments
to calculate and store pain, or loss
once they are spent.


About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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16 Responses to for the families

  1. Widow Beach says:

    Oh this is so real, so painful, isn’t it.

  2. Well said Susan, there is no way “to calculate and store pain, or loss once they are spent.” Excellent and sad.

  3. Alice Keys says:

    This plows life deep and brings up some sharp rocks. Ouch. Good one, Susan.

  4. Rhonda says:

    and to think of the message the families were TEXTED about their loved ones. you have more feeling in these few beautiful lines than the entire government of Malaysia. Such a sad, sad thing.

  5. Reblogged this on If it's Tuesday, it must be POETRY and commented:
    I had to add this beautiful, heartfelt poem by Susan Daniels.

  6. We need to number the bones
    in their sleep, and hope
    through all our counting
    and accounting
    there was no suffering

    I also thought of their last moments. Did they panic, scream, pray, hold hands? And the pain and finality of knowing that their journey was one of no return!

    A powerfully moving poem, Susan.

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