With TV and movies giving us their take on the end of the world, she asks each of us to describe his or her own view of it.
This is not an easy task for me. I can imagine any amount of horror for myself, but not for those I love, especially the young ones.
I lived most of my life on the west coast of Canada, in a suburb of Vancouver, BC. I clearly remember sitting in my living room with my youngest brother when he was 15. We had just watched a movie about the day after an atomic bomb, so he asked me what I would do if I knew a bomb would hit Vancouver in an hour. I said I would grab him, throw him into my car, and head for the Rocky Mountains.
"But you wouldn't have a chance," he said. "You couldn't get very far in an hour, especially if everyone else is doing the same thing."
"I know," I said, "but I would have to try."
I think he understood what I call my Mother Bear Instinct, because our mom had it, too.
Here is my answer to Izy's challenge:
they say the end is coming
there is no hope for anyone
on this or any land
I’m begging of the universe
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blow me to the skies above
but leave a life in Canada
for the children whom I love...
an impossible plea
born of caring
too much, perhaps,
but what is love
if not daring
to try to save the child?
and mother birds
feel the same way in the wild