After writing a poem years ago, I’d believed it to be completed in six pages. And it had provided me with a small national grant.
Years later when my community was impacted by the Columbine High School massacre I took the poem back out of its file. The school is less than a dozen blocks from where I’ve lived the last forty years of my life. I added a thousand words to the poem after the emotional addendum of reality that was Columbine. I believed the event had irrevocable changed our future – it had softened our hearts, and yet toughened our resolve to make certain it couldn’t happen again.
Yet our nation braced with pain as we endured 9-11. Again, we interviewed our souls, and I added another two thousand words – making my poem a volume. Each time, my own certitude was dimmed.
Now, another loss of innocent victims. This time equally unthinkable…
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This was beautiful Kieran. It truly touched my heart. Its amazing how tragedy brings together a nation.
Than you for your comment, Liz. I agree.
Precioso!
Thank you, Maite. I appreciate your comment, my friend.