Arrived a little late, but I felt this deserved immediate publication. I can't ever recall any previous submission by one of our authors about another – Editor.
From the kaleidoscope of hidden tragedies-
Personal losses unseen, unshared, unknown-
She pulls the threads, and spins them into stories.
Drops of blood flow out from mind to pen,
Stained by the gamut of human emotions;
She gathers them up, shares them with the world.
Her careful capture of the human cost
Shatters our complacence; piercing shards
Shred through our blinkers, demand that we should see.
I skim the latest Friday submissions,
And sigh with relief to see her name is there.
She is still alive. Still serving her people
As best she can.
Personal losses unseen, unshared, unknown-
She pulls the threads, and spins them into stories.
Drops of blood flow out from mind to pen,
Stained by the gamut of human emotions;
She gathers them up, shares them with the world.
Her careful capture of the human cost
Shatters our complacence; piercing shards
Shred through our blinkers, demand that we should see.
I skim the latest Friday submissions,
And sigh with relief to see her name is there.
She is still alive. Still serving her people
As best she can.
