It Was A Story, Not Fully Told

It was a story

Not fully told

A life ended

At the hands of hate,

It was a boy never

Allowed to grow up

A Father killed

In an act of hate.

It was a broken memory

A shattered dream

A hope deferred

A Mother

And a wife’s grief.

It was

Potential never

Realized

A peacemaker

A scientist

He could have

Been anything!

It was a story

Never fully written

A dream not realized.

(C) Michelle R Kidwell

06/05/2019