Clear and cold that day.
The sun so high in the sky.
They were so full of love.
But it was his day to die.
She held his broken skull.
She tried to will him to live.
Men have the power to take
what God chose to tenderly give.
The open car racing away.
Fat tears and shattered soul.
He was the other angel for her.
Assassins can’t know what they stole.
She prays and begs God for mercy.
The world snapped open and broken.
Surgery for hours couldn’t save him.
Her prayers for strength softly spoken.
Clear and cold the day of his burial.
She kissed the casket. Tenderly, to send him home.
Holding her children’s hands in the winter sun,
God watching, still bright, in the endless, azure dome.