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The following poem was written by me in after a double tragedy. The first one was the explosion of the space shuttle, killing the astronauts and the teacher whose class was watching the launch. The second was the murder of Christine Jessop, whose brother, Ken, I had taught in Grade 6. In both cases i strongly felt that the media had not only intruded in an area which demonstrated poor tact, but also that they had exploited the grief of those involved. One night, feeling more than a little anger, I sat down, picked up a pen, and the words just flowed out...
Last night, the tube exposed your soul, No doubt it moved this stoic mind A family loss, a cross to bare, Who are these unrelenting spies Grief's quick enough to rush our lives. by P. Wiinholt Special thanks to Donna Newberry,
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