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Open letter to the black youth who cocked the gun in my son's face

 

 

Open letter to the black youth who cocked the gun in my son's face yet allowed him to live... (I am following my heart here. Bare with me...)

Son,
It has taken me forever to draft this letter to you. I have thought of it many, many times but have never begun it. Somehow in the chaos of recent events, I simply felt that I could not wait any longer.

 

Reminders Amid Chaos

 

...Our children must know that they are invaluable and precious to us every day no matter what happens...

 

Family First

 

...Remembering that we are family first and all else thereafter helps us to navigate the matrix of pain and isolation to arrive at the place of peace, belonging and purpose...

 

He...

 

For the disciplined mind, steel spined,

Cards, a new tie, cologne, tickets to his favorite game or event, perhaps a special dinner or picnic in the park… 

 

Early bird? Worm first?

 

 

…my heart rings

hallelujah arias…

 

The other morning, I awoke to a symphony of birds chirping outside my window.   It sounded as though there were dozens of them huddled together tweeting, chirping, tooting up a storm! 

 

 

 

POETRY POSTS!!!

 

Post poems here! Be sure to credit the author whether it is you or someone else!  Click the button that says "# Comments" to  add a poem or start a discussion on a poem! Treat it like a "written open mic!" 

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