Writetober 2023, Day 17: 'Radio (Night of Nothing Part II)'

5 years morning of my mother's death, I turned on my favorite radio show

As the hosts chattered on, I watched the snow

I looked out onto the peaceful cars, going to-and-fro.

I felt a sense of relief, and oh, was it faux. 

The broadcast was interrupted by the latest news

Announcing a death by abuse

If I could, I would've made an excuse

For my dear mom not to go

I found out because of the radio..

written by Zoe