I lock up the room
after filing the last remnants
of words laying about unattended.
Fearful that pieces of my heart
may be found scattered among them.
And why not?
Times such as these
leave us with little salve
to heal the open wounds
which once were hearts.
For whom do we weep?
The children whose siblings
will no longer come to the table
to convey with no doubt
the events that stole their innocence?
Or the parents
whose hearts were transplanted
when word came
that these unspent stars
were already breathing the rarefied air
as heaven’s most blessed?
Look at us here.
Pleading that our children
will be safe as they try to understand
what we in our dotage
have not learned;
to resort to arms
means death in any country.
4 responses to “Times Such As These”
Veronica, thank you for such beautiful words. Each little face I see that has been laid to rest following this horror shreds my heart a little more.
Terri, actions such as these leave a tear in the fabric of our
society that no amount of weaving will ever close. And we must
not forget. Thank you for commenting.
Veronica, Thank you for your poetic words of truth. Weapons = harm, death, threat of death, immense sorrow and anger. How can anyone think a gun is a good thing is beyond me. Peace and Love to you this Holiday season.
Therese, Weapons have the same meaning in any language. Thank you for commenting. Peace.