The Uvalde children haunt me.
Their claim can’t be repaid.
Their voices fade to silence.
“Mama, I’m afraid.”
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Their claim can’t be repaid.
Their voices fade to silence.
“Mama, I’m afraid.”
Did you see the moon last night?
a shimm’ring ball of golden light,
drawing eyes as it rose so high…
a glist’ning orb in the dark night sky.
The Emergency’s over
in Washington State.
Who’d a thunk at the start
we’d have such a long wait.
Who’d a thunk how our lives
would be altered and changed.
Who’d a thunk how our habits
would be re-arranged.
Who’d a thunk that a blessing
like safe vaccination
would tear us apart and
disrupt our great nation.
Who’d a thunk we’d be lonely…
missing family or friend.
Who’d a thunk of the sickness—
the lives at an end.
Who’d a thunk?
England’s longest reigning queen
has fin’ly taken rest.
And, to our friends across the sea:
We wish them all the best.
Shining faces. Back to school.
Recess and the Golden Rule.
Laughing voices. Eager eyes.
Dreams that reach the highest skies.
Suddenly, the weather’s changed.
Growth begins to stall.
Flowers wilt and droop their heads.
Suddenly, it’s Fall.
Children in their innocence
head off to school and fun.
And, somewhere in our nation,
a shooter cleans his gun.
The candle’s flame is steady.
Its fire is clear and true.
It shines its light along the way
to show a path for you.
Tucker was a good dog —
filled with energy and grace…
a vibrant active spirit.
Now he leaves an empty space.
The Uvalde children haunt me.
Little voices. Background hum.
They trusted in the grown-ups.
Why didn’t grown-ups come?