Our news reels back a frame,
And for a moment we are there again
Amidst mourning mothers
Whose morning ushers
Nothing.
Until the pain
Comes through and brings a stain
To every Mother's Day to follow.
We share the news with friends,
Impotent to bring change
And longing, not for change,
But the same
Discontinuity we have known.
We have loved this broken chain
Of violence.
In the kitchen I whisper news
Above my daughter's head
Spelling out codewords she can't read
Careful not to let emotion show
Silently saying
'NO'
We will not give this legacy
For her sake we will keep this blooded feud
A mystery.
And say to all who hammer fast
Against her future with our past
'We do not want your history'.
And for a moment we are there again
Amidst mourning mothers
Whose morning ushers
Nothing.
Until the pain
Comes through and brings a stain
To every Mother's Day to follow.
We share the news with friends,
Impotent to bring change
And longing, not for change,
But the same
Discontinuity we have known.
We have loved this broken chain
Of violence.
In the kitchen I whisper news
Above my daughter's head
Spelling out codewords she can't read
Careful not to let emotion show
Silently saying
'NO'
We will not give this legacy
For her sake we will keep this blooded feud
A mystery.
And say to all who hammer fast
Against her future with our past
'We do not want your history'.
1 comment:
Wow, can't say much more than that. "We do not want your history"
Amen to that
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