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Laying on the side of the road
terrified
I lay there seeing buildings and houses crash and raise around me
Swoosh!
Pieces fly high in the air
until they reach the swirling mass.
As I lay alone
I see dirt rise into the funnel cloud
all I can think is
"Mommy."
 
Kneeling in the ditch
I wonder
Where is my daughter?
Is she ok?
Glass, wood, and metal dash everywhere
Then
twirrling in a circle
they raise higher and higher
now
racing through town
standing in the middle of the street
all I can say is
"Sweet heart, where are you?"
then
it stops
the funnel cloud dies
she is laying in the other ditch
"Mommy I found you"
then her eyes softly close...