Poetry By Chuck




I was only sixteen, when the storm hit.
Taking a part of our roof with it.
I was only sixteen, when it arrived.
That was the age I learned to cry.

The water started coming in our door.
My aging mother was upstairs in bed.
My sister and the rest of the family had fled.
But I, I stayed to take care of my Mom.

When the water rose it did so quickly.
Covering my ankles as I ran for the stairs.
I paused on top and watched it rise.
So quickly it rose I was surprised.

I dashed into her bedroom to get her up.
I was screaming, "Mom! Wake up!"
She was awake but in pain from her cancer.
She was so weak she couldn't answer.

I could see my fear reflected in her eyes,
and that’s when she gave me a surprise.
"You go into the attic! You'll be safe there!"
She said, then motioned me away from her bed.

I'm only sixteen, I can't leave without my Mom.
But, she was fighting me, and the water had come!
Flowing into the door filling the floor.
We must go now, or ....never more!

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Author's Comments
90,000 Square Miles of flooded homes.  One survivor, a gentleman explained that the water rose from his doorway to his attic in just five minutes.  Five minutes and he was trapped inside a house soon to be under water.  He broke his way through the top of his roof to be swept away as the water completely covered his home.   It is estimated that tens of thousands may be still inside their sunken homes.

6 days later:
"About 42,000 people had been evacuated from the city by Saturday afternoon, with roughly the same number remaining, city officials said. Search-and-rescue efforts continued in flooded areas of the city, where an unknown number of people wait in makeshift shelters. Hundreds of thousands of people have been displaced by the flooding -- 250,000 have been absorbed by Texas alone, and local radio reported that Baton Rouge will have doubled in population by Monday. Federal officials said they have begun to collect corpses but could not guess the total toll."


 grannyeri on Sep 04, 2005, 11:10  
I can do it. 9216 critiques, 13 poems. Currently online.

You have given us one small view of what happened that day, and we can feel the anguish in the writer's heart as they ponder the choices they must make. Well written. We feel you pain.  

 Touchof1der on Sep 04, 2005, 11:33 
Seduce my mind and you can have my body 16136 critiques, 257 poems.

Wow! The stories are sooo devastating. It just breaks my heart everytime I read about this. I found myself watching the news with tears running down my cheeks. This is one of those events that impact us all. You captured such a sad moment here Chuck.   
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That one Girl on Sep 04, 2005, 12:00 
I fell and u caught me but my heart is still dying 49 critiques, 61 poems.

Wow This is Amazing I mean the feel of it makes me shiver i feel so bad for you i mean i apologize and this poem is really heart-felt  

Pierre Richards on Sep 04, 2005, 11:23 p.m.  
Aut insanit homo, aut versus facit 1670 critiques, 106 poems.
Verdict: excellent!

I think the last time a category five storm hit that coast was in 1906 when it whiped out Galvaston. These storms are so hard to predict, even with our advanced systems, and they can do so much damage. This one took everyone by surprise and did so much damage.
So many dead and lost, as well as now in refugee status... An aweful storm!
Very well spoken!  

 mistic moonlite on Sep 29, 2005, 8:12  
Family&Friends,in world that you can trust 3780 critiques, 489 poems.

what awful choice one has to make.. something no one wants to make, teary one here thanks for all the fantastic info but forth,so many sad stories of disasters, and you post yours well thank you for sharing Linda