A poem for Martin Richard
I see you there in your last moments,
Hanging excitedly over the fence
Watching for your daddy, mom and sisters at your side
People swarm and mill around you, unnoticed
But your attention is for only one man
Your young face glows with pride
What might you have been, if you had grown?
What contributions might the world have known?
A scientist, astronaut, fireman brave?
Who knows what lives you might have saved?
It’s a haunting image, that one captured frame
The next shutter-click would show a different aim
A trajectory of metal, flung outward
A spiteful curse at the world by strangers
Who dropped their bags and walked away, smirking.
You weren’t the target. You just happened to be there,
Clinging to the fence, cheering at the finish line,
Best seat in the house, lucky kid!
To watch your daddy finish his race.