for Thyra Louise
Silence sings improbable songs.
Dancing through yesterday’s news
it imprints thunder between my ears.
A bomb propels BBs and nails.
as traumatic amputations,
other places’ normal nightmares,
navigate American soil.
The thunder intensifies
and my heart rate quickens
when I think of you in DC
signing patriotic songs on the steps
of the Lincoln Memorial.
A mantra for your safe return
covers the battlefields, theaters,
museums, and government facilities
that fill your itinerary between feasts
at high profile restaurants.
All the while my hands flutter in the air
letting you know I love you,
and love means giving you wings.
Brenda Warren 2013