The Bugle Call

The Bugle Call

 

It is a melancholy,

yet a comforting sound,

a sobering Call

that announces the fall

of a gentle warrior:

a brave soul,

perhaps too young,

to know how finite,

the summons will be.

 

I hear that song again

repeating an inquisitive lyric

“War, what is good for?”

My response is always the same.

“Who knows?”

 

I wonder about him

all the time

that Unknown soldier

and the one I knew well too

who chose to be remembered

the next to last day in May,

waiting to be lifted

alone,

thinking,

hoping,

his last wish comes true.

In Memory of my nephew Ivan.

 

 

 

 

Freeway, No way!

I just read about little four-year old Lliana (Lilly) Rose Garcia who died as a result of senseless road rage violence. I cannot begin to imagine the shock and trauma for her older brother Isaac as he watched her become lifeless. My heart breaks every time I hear an innocent child is killed because adults get angry and do not know how to control their rage. This is happening too many times. It is appalling, disgusting and sickening.

My prayers are with the Gracia family. I wrote this poem to honor Lilly:

Ephemeral rage

a life snuffed senselessly

a freeway, No way!

Never mind the traffic signs

Speed limits or laws

Basic humanity should rule

no respect for life anymore

Innocent child with

Beautiful Big Brown Eyes

mesmerize the angels

waiting for Lilly

The sky is the Limit

Again

A candle in the windI hate failure and we have failed as a nation to discuss gun violence. Ninety two people die daily from gun violence on the streets of our cities. I hate that we cannot find a viable solution. I hate that we have failed at standing together to protect innocent people like the five month old who was shot to death caught in gang violence and cross fire. I am sickened and heartbroken by this constant violence. I send prayers to all the victim’s and their families.

Again hate strutted in uninvited

Seven guns in hand

no one can understand

the motives behind it all

Mass murder is all too common now

no matter what the reason

Soon the news reports grows old,

Lives are shattered and torn apart

too many stories to be told

candle lit vigils, flags at half mast

cast shadows on the sacred ground

waiting for a miracle to at last be found

fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers

husbands, wives and children grieve

the love ones taken from them.

No one wants to believe

the reality and the truth.

The causes and the motives

unknown even to the most brilliant sleuth.

All of us know what needs to be done,

None of us need special permission.

to act with passion to make peace and love our greatest mission.