Christina A. Sharik


I envision a White Wall
an inner Wall
a reminder of
Survivors, all.
Never complete,
it has no real end
a Memorial to Life
for a family, a friend…

All who survive
are listed right here
This is the White Wall
where we shed a tear;

Our names are not here
there’s only a face
And sometimes, the guilt
haunts this quiet place.

That’s not a White Wall,
that’s a Mirror, some say –
but we see just as well
in the night,
as the day.