STORM CHILD
Catholic candles, dripping wax,
In the attic: One strong axe.
Nana Rose was very wise...
"Keep
for when the waters rise!"
On a rooftop, your first breath,
Brought our city back from death.
Never once
did you dare cry,
Siren screams... your lullaby.
In the streets below we saw,
Drowning ghosts of Mardi Gras.
We prayed for HELP... you just smiled...
You are the sacred Storm Child!
Christened by the August rain,
Born amidst the hurricane,
(Her name need not be spoken,
Too many hearts were broken)
Chopper rope: Hey grab
ahold...
Baby girl just hours old,
Force of nature you prevailed,
Even as the levees failed
To stop old
man Pontchartrain,
Your new eyes could not see pain.
Sleeping there, your dreams ran wild...
You are the mighty
Storm Child!
Of pure magic you were born,
Like music from Satchmo's horn.
May your life be filled with
jazz,
All the beauty this world has,
May joie de vivre fill your soul,
May good gumbo fill your bowl.
Only
sweet things lie in store...
May New Orleans thrive once more.
May the monkeys ask for you,
Down at the Audubon
Zoo.
May the storms in life be mild...
For you, the bless-ed Storm Child!
You are the sacred...
You are the mighty...
You are the bless-ed...
Storm Child!
By Todd-Michael St. Pierre
