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.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Oh this is so real, so painful, isn’t it.
Yes. All I could think of yesterday.
Well said Susan, there is no way “to calculate and store pain, or loss once they are spent.” Excellent and sad.
Thank you. That is the first thing I think about when a loved one dies.
This plows life deep and brings up some sharp rocks. Ouch. Good one, Susan.
Alice, thanks much. That is what I always think, about, right after the initial shock. A question I never have an answer to. They are at peace now.
Yes.
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.
OMG, I did not know that. How awful. No wonder people are protesting at their embassy today.
It’s utterly unimaginable to think the ministry felt THAT was telling them personally before the media announced it.
It really was a horrible and heartless thing to do.
On Tue, Mar 25, 2014 at 9:21 AM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
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None worse. Such a tragedy made worse by stupidity.
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I had to add this beautiful, heartfelt poem by Susan Daniels.
Margie, thank you so much. i had to say this.
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.
Celestine, thank you. I am hoping they were sleeping, given the time, and simply slipped into deeper dreaming.