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Message from a Sad and Mad Grandma


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I am sad.

I am so sad.

I am so very sad.

I am mad.

I am so mad.

I am so very mad.

Does anyone understand the harm we are doing to our children?

Their eyes are watching.

Their fears are growing.

They hear there is a Pandemic.

They hear Covid 19.

They cannot attend school.

Now they hear that a police officer,

(Someone we told and taught them they could trust.

killed an African American man,

Just because …

But no one can explain why because no one really knows why.

I know we are hurting at so many levels.

I know the hurt and disillusion has been there for hundreds of years.

I know about the despair and the fears.

We have the right to speak up.

We have the right to make changes.

We have the right to even hate what is going on.

But hate begets hate.

We were all taught in kindergarten The Golden Rule.

We were taught to share and respect each other.

We were told that America is our Land.

We have the right to pursue our dreams and happiness.

They told us we are equal!

My God! What happened?

What Happened?

I am sad.

I am so sad.

I am so very, very sad.

I am mad.

I am so mad.

I am so very, very mad.

But then I think about the four children,

I was blessed to call my grandchildren.

And I think about all children,

Yes your children,

no matter their race,

no matter their religious creed.

And I cannot bear the thought that they too will be sad, and will be mad.

The grown-ups in this world have to wake up.

We need to show them

we can get through this together.

Stop the violence.

Stop the senseless killing.

Stop! Just stop!

I beg you.

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

The Horror of it All


Small pieces of humanity

do not fit into the divine puzzle

planned by the universe and great source.

 

Somehow these frazzled shapes

lost their essence,

and their hearts

capable of feeling love.

 

Somewhere their souls drifted

and cannot connect

with the idea that we are all

a part of the HUMAN race.

 

Race defined ambiguously

an assumption perhaps

What makes us different?

More importantly, what makes us the same?

What makes us sane?

What makes us a race?

To be continued!

 

 

Josephina sees herself in the mirror


Josephina sees herself in the mirror for the very first time

her baby blues open wide

in awe of the image

she does not know yet

belongs to her

for she is only seven months old

Josephina examines the face carefully

moves in closer

looks straight into her own eyes

Wrinkles her tiny nose

giggles joyfully

in approval of the beautiful little girl

probably thinking they will be the best of friends

her mother watches proudly in the background

takes a short vídeo of the memorable encounter

and emails it to abuela.

And of course as all abuelas do

she is so proud

all she can think of to say

“¡Que Linda!”

deja vous all over again

Josephina’s mom did the same thing

Mirror, mirror,

Thanks for the memories!