The prompt at We Write Poems was Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow. Bleak but possible. Amy
AND SO IT ENDS
Yesterday
the flash filled the evening sky
blinding us at first
A fireball, unearthly and
something told me to hold my breath as long as I could
Then came strong hot winds from the North
and with it, ash, falling slower than snow
suspended in deathly calm air
the stillness, the dreamlike atmosphere
Today we’re still waiting for Mom and Dad to
come home from work
The generator is working but we’ll need fuel
Tommy said Let’s see what’s up in town
People were stealing stuff from the store
No one was at the checkout so we came away with
cans of fruit and Spaghettios, juice, milk
some eggs that weren’t smashed in the carton
The ice cream melted overnight
We drank it out of the carton
and chugged warm soda trudging back home
through sifting ash in the middle of the street
Tomorrow I pray I wake up
and it will all be a bad dream
But Tommy and Sandy are counting on me
til our folks get home
Sandy cried tonight because SpongeBob wasn’t on TV
(nothing was on TV, I checked)
Tommy hauls out board games we haven’t played
since we got the X-Box
We roll the dice
and wait
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Sharp Little Pencil 
Jingle
how cute.
love the prompt…
Mary
Amy, thank you for writing to my prompt this week. I agree that your poem i a bit bleak, but bleak is a part of life that we cannot deny. We all roll the dice and wait, don’t we?? One way or another. Hope you’ll take a look at my completion.
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/07/yesterday-today-tomorrow.html
Sharp Little Pencil
Will run over there, Mary. And this was a GREAT prompt. Bleakness is not only a very real facet of life, but a place where my mind wanders quite a bit, as you know!!
Sharp Little Pencil
Mary, Blogger was not supplying proper acceptance of comment, so I emailed you! But great poem – as good as the prompt! So true…
Mary
very odd…i know blogger is sometimes temperamental! thanks for your comment.
Marian Veverka
Makes one wonder what happened the day after tomorrow – beginning of an interesting story
Sharp Little Pencil
I think this is everyone’s worst fear. It was the scenario of many a nightmare for us Cuban Missal Crisis babies growing up. But thank you for this comment, because to tell the truth, I hadn’t even “gone there” in my mind!