Clutching cardboard glasses,
People
gathered in the park,
Waiting
for the moment when
The
day would turn to dark.
It
never really did, because
When
experts did the math,
We
knew that for totality,
We
weren’t in its path.
My
son, though, when he’d learned of it
Decided
he must go
And
headed to Niagara Falls,
His
family in tow.
Despite
some clouds, they got to see
The
magic in the sky,
A
time my grandkids won’t forget
And
here’s the reason why –
For
just as quickly as the sun
Was
covered by the moon,
Sharing
family time, so precious,
Somehow
vanishes too soon.
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