last thoughts



icicles hung from its bottom but still


the boosters lit with a deafening roar


drowned the stomping of thousands of frozen


feet below as all watched in anticipation as it


shook and rattled, then rose straight up off


the 39B launch pad into that seemingly clear


blue sky which, only a few seconds more,


would burst into brilliant reds and oranges as


pieces of metal and desperate thought spiraled


downward her teasing eyes once looked


deep into those of her son as she told him all about


how she'd have to take out the stuffing from


his frog fleegle so she could take him with her





Personal poetry. This one is written in memory of Christa McAuliffe, the woman who died in the Challenger explosion.