Hurricane Irene

Running away from the Church 
Your wedding dress blowing over our homes
Your wind that used to host memories of old
Now blow nightmares. 


Your rain that breast fed our land
Are now tears falling with a vengeance.
You dropped your bouquet of flowers in the streets while you ran
And so you dropped the trees and roofs of our homes


The death of your happiness
The pain of your loss
Gave birth to pain to us
And the losses we now have to bear.


Every step you took splashing in the water
Overflowed our banks and came into our homes
Your heart broken whaling in the wind
Now has our children screaming for what was...just like you.


Now you're gone
Never to be heard from again
Like a woman left at the alter
That innocence will never be regained.