Saturday Siren

A Poem

Saturday Siren by Kelly Hellmuth

Saturdays are for
Classic car shows
Treasure hunting for new-to-you-old-things
The smell of fresh cut lawn
Red dirt swept porches
And prom prep
Baby birthday parties
With sugar laden smash cakes
Propelling the guest of honor
Straight through nap time
Stolen kisses with the missus
As you tackle to dos 
Like ships passing in the night
Theater practice
Grocery trips
Stocking the shelter
And prepping the pool
Throwing open windows
To let in the breath
Cottonwood snow be damned.
All of this happens
As the sirens sound at noon
Letting you know that today...
Everything is just fine.

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If you’ve ever visited Oklahoma City on a Saturday, you might find yourself slightly panicked when the tornado sirens sound at noon on a clear, cool day in April. (Or a scorching, hot July one.)

Rest assured, if you’re hearing them on Saturday, then that means all is well.

Blessings, friends.