The Uvalde children haunt me –
restless shadows of the past –
leading Conscience to remember
little lives that didn’t last.
The Uvalde children haunt me –
restless shadows of the past –
leading Conscience to remember
little lives that didn’t last.
There’s trouble in the Amazon.
There’s trouble in Ukraine.
There’s trouble in Korea
and Virginia and in Spain.
The climate’s not the baddest
thing of bad things we can find.
The baddest thing we have on earth?
.. the badness of mankind.
I’m alone in the house
with a box of See’s Candy.
The candy just seems to insist.
I try to be good
and say NO as I should.
The candy’s too much to resist.
People feel heart ache.
People feel woe.
People’s feet stumble
on the paths they go.
People need comfort.
People need to find
a loving heart
and a friend who’s kind.
There’s frost on the rooftops.
Frost on the grass.
Frost on the surface
of the overpass.
There’s frost on the
porch steps.
Frost on the rose.
If I go outside –
there’s frost
un my nose.
But it’s November
and I suppose
it’s no surprise
that everything froze.
When did it happen?
That everything froze?
The Uvalde children haunt me.
They are ever on my mind.
I hope they walk with angels
in a place both Good and Kind.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Young lives just torn apart.
I hope they walk with angels.
I hold them in my heart.
My Virtue’s over-flowing as I look out on the rain.
An atmospheric river is just pelting down again.
My garden’s set for winter, though there’s more than I can do.
No matter what the weather serves, my garden sees me through.
My yard waste bin is to its brim.
It’s top is over flowing.
I hate to see the season change,
but things have just stopped growing.
The petunias and the marigolds
have reached their season’s end.
I’ll miss their pretty cheerfulness.
They were like a summer friend.
Happy Birthday, Special One.
This prayer is meant for you…
for deep success and happiness
and joy the whole day through.