Claire V. Bogdanos

I walked outside to catch the breeze

The wind was whipping through the trees

It made a sound that echoed clear

And sent a shiver ear to ear.

I glanced above and saw the skies

They darkened there before my eyes

The clouds were ominous and bold

And in a flash my hands grew cold.

I turned away, I’d had enough

The weather grew both foul and gruff.

It seems to me as I recall

So long ago when I was small

My Nana knew just what to do

To keep me safe from cold or flu.

She’d grab me up and hug me tight

And promise that I’d be alright.

Since no one’s left to take her place

I seldom spot one kindly face

‘Tis sad to think that era’s gone

There’s nought that’s left to wish upon.

Now that I’m sure the magic’s flown

The world I knew became unknown

I sense the rest that used to be

Has now become futility.