st. anthony’s medallion
“A father brought his ten year old son to the cemetery where his mother was buried about a month earlier. It began to rain, and lightning struck the boy dead on the scene. It is believed a St. Anthony medallion worn around his neck acted as a conductor.”
The sky is weeping again.
For me. What have I done,
this is my punishment for
what? You did this to me,
didn’t you, you unfair God?
Didn’t I tell them I loved
them enough? I went to the
school play, remembered
our anniversary. How am I
supposed to go on now? My
wife first, take her from me
first, then take the only thing
in this world that looks like
her. That has her nose. Her
chin. Why couldn’t I rip
that medallion off him, set
him free? Did I not watch
him enough? Did I not love
them enough? Why wasn’t it
me? Why wasn’t it me? Why?
