we wear an inglorious distinction in our world today
america where children murder and children die
arguments, statistics, moralizing, blaming clutter our field of vision
it’s closing in
closer to touching each of us
with a real face and a soul we know
the fear is real, though it is stuffed and stamped and tamped below the surface after each horror
we are left with apathy and hopelesness when there is no change again
our leaders mumble and grumble
pointing fingers at each other
we can only hope the generation whose blood was shed will rise
I am a longtime lover of words, writing, reading. I am happily married with three children who are tip toeing with adulthood. I grew up in a musical home and was taught piano and in turn all my kids play the piano, and two of them, as well as my husband, are gifted vocalists. We love to make music and my copy of Les Miserables is falling apart from years of beautiful memories around the piano. Chopin and Jim Brickman feel like old friends I can't live without. I live in the beautiful city Denver where I am a nurse.
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