A bicycled young boy accidentally strays into the missile’s path

As tires lock and swerve, in a screech that shouts out danger,

I desperately call out his name

Each moment is a freeze-frame,

Recording every movement in slow motion

Mechanized Death bearing down,

On this sweet, innocent, unknowing child

The senses brace for the inevitable crash,

A crash that will end his life and change mine forever

The wait is momentary, and never-ending just the same,

And just as hopelessness completely engulfs my heart

An Angel of Mercy reaches down
And carries my grandson to safety