My first posted poem!

This is a poem that I wrote MONTHS ago about the tragic death of a family friend that affected me more than I ever expected.

Mostapha

I wake up,

late at night.

Salty tears running down

my sweat drenched face.



We were never friends

nor confidants.

Yet I still remember

your strong arms

lifting your beaming sister

into the air.



And all I can

see is:

twisted steaming metal,

your sobbing mother,

and my trembling hands.