I’m not able to digest as yet,
What I see on TV,
What my friends and family send on WhatsApp,
What my friends share on Facebook,
It’s surreal,
I could wish it is a movie,
A horror movie,
But I know this is not my favorite genre,
So by now I would have switched channels,
It’s unbelievable,
The mayhem,
The destruction,
The scenes of inexplicability,
I feel for my kids,
They just stare at the Screen,
But I know they’ve become afraid,
Afraid to answer our front door,
Afraid to step outside,
Even though I let them know that,
“Everything will be ok”,
When I look into their eyes,
They don’t believe me yet,
I am not able to digest it yet,
Why my son has found all his toy guns,
And places them by his bedside,
Every night,
All I can offer are deep hugs,
And sweet words,
As he falls asleep,
I am not able to digest it yet,
But I know I have to,
I still have the strength,
The will,
The desire,
That we will come through this,
And I know,
We will,
Together.
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