The Uvalde children haunt me.
Muffled screams. A panicked cry.
A nation’s shame on full display.
We watch our children die.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Muffled screams. A panicked cry.
A nation’s shame on full display.
We watch our children die.
The President got arrested.
It’s a page in history.
Melania got her hair done.
(It’s him. It’s not about me).
My Fuzzy-Wuzzy Flip-Flop mop is cute as it can be.
But, when it comes to cleaning floors,
it only gets a D.
My heavy-duty old string mop’s not bright or cute or gay.
But, when it comes to cleaning floors,
it clearly gets an A.
Today is gone.
Tomorrow waits.
A new day’s always pending.
A new day’s always on its way.
The old one’s always ending.
It’s an ordinary day in June.
Ev’rything’s just as it ought-er.
The sky is gray.
The air is cold.
And the clouds are dribbling water.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
It’s been a year today.
Grown-ups failed our children.
We bow our heads. We pray.
Tomorrow is another day.
Perhaps the best there’s been!
We leave the past behind us.
We get to try again..
When a person needs a blessing,
here’s a simple place to start.
You’ll always find a blessing
tucked down in your very own heart.
A blessing. A prayer.
And a lullaby.
A hope for a happy heart.
May all these go
along with you
as your day begins
tts start.
Another time.
Another place,
A killer loads his gun.
Another life.
Or many more.
The horror just goes on.