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.