There was a man on the news today,
who couldn’t speak for crying.
His young wife had just been killed in a hit and run
and he was there all day and into the night
at this makeshift roadside shrine,
bowing into the roar and fumes,
to pray for her soul.
They had come a year ago from Thailand,
to make a better life.
But now here he was;
at once mother and father to their baby son,
the other end of the world from family and friends,
and nothing to hold onto but her memory.
elisabeth pike 