Oh, what did Irma do to you, my dear?
How can I ease the pain;
how can I lessen the burden?
The hurricane that devastated and pulled many trees off their roots;
tossed them like the autumn leaves
in its mighty blow,
spared you somehow.
did Irma take it easy on you
or did you hold on tighter to your ground
and didn’t let go?
Oh, the many poems I shall write just for you!