The Loss

You kissed me goodbye

It was time to go.

You were meeting all your friends

From the Paris Metro.

You were going to the theatre

To hear a rock band. 

I ruffled your wavy hair,

With my tender mother's hand. 

Time stood still 

as I watched events unfold.

I knew in my heart

You would never grow old. 

I waited for the phone call,

The knock on my front door. 

I wish I'd never let you go.

Tears dropped to the floor. 

Evil men with a plan: 
Started in their head!

One plan; only one 
 they wanted people dead. 

Demonic men with bombs
Depraved men with guns

Intent on the murder

Of daughters 

And of sons.

© Carolyn Davison 15th November 2015