These are the days
when a small boy
lying face down
at the waters edge
not asleep,
not playing,

but dead....

is photographed,
is spoken of in strident tones,
is lost to his family, to his potential,
is to become a beacon for greater  humanity.


These are the days,
when as a mother;

I weep as I watch the news,
I hug my son, just a little harder,
I rage against those with power,
but little compassion.
I thank god for my families safety.

I think....what is this world coming too.....

That I mourn for us all.