Afore of dawn last Saturday night
as shadows surrendered to incipient light
A friend I hold closer than my flesh-and-blood brother
said a final goodbye to his Samaritan mother.
What more can I say?
The woman was a saint.
Her life’s work was a mitzvah
cared for cast-offs and drifters
like brothers and sisters.
A Mother Theresa type
too modest to be named,
in contention for the patron saint
of good karma never claimed.
What more can I say?
The woman was a saint.
A great wrong went down
In a world with scant
“right” to go ‘round.
Her loss has left me
aggrieved, and angry;
“Bad things, good people”
is beginning to get the best of me.
See, I can’t escape the certainty
that the next strike’s sure to hit
closer to home,
I’m sure of it…
About the Creator
Chris Z
My opinion column garnered more reader responses than any other contributor in the paper's 40-year run. As a stand-up comic, I performed in 16 countries & 26 states. I've written 2 one-man shows, umpteen poems, songs, essays & chronologies.
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