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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

Painting Sadness


An artist looked deep

inside my broken heart

and tried to paint its sadness

but he knows

I rather hide my melancholy

behind fields of lavender

so instead my portrait is a

lonely landscape

filled with dreams

I have forgotten to chase

after

The artist looks at his

painting and sighs

with satisfaction.

Ironically,

it makes so many others

feel at peace.

 

 

Fields of Lavender

 

 

Really? Again?


 

Really? Again?

A thought penetrates a deranged mind,

an excellent mind by some standards,

The thought becomes obsessive

destructive, shackled

and imprisoned.

No one can fathom the motive or

the thinking that journeyed

through what was once

considered a beautiful mind

Really? Again?

Where? How?

Can we even try to justify

an act of cruelty so huge?

Really?

Planned out carefully? Premeditated?

How? How come no one noticed?

Really? Again?

When will it end?

– Melba Christie

 

*May all the fallen victims of today’s tragedy in Aurora, Colorado rest in peace.  God bless the families left to ponder and grieve. A sad poem was born today.

 

Some food for thought:

Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.

– ISAAC ASIMOV

All violence is the result of people tricking themselves into believing that their pain derives from other people and that consequently those people deserve to be punished. ~Marshall Rosenberg