Nothing prepares you for that knock on the door, that one thing which throws your world into a whirl storm.
There is no set manual which details- preparation for loss.
But, it doesn’t come as a shock either.
You’ve felt flutterings in your heart all morning, not the pleasant kind.
Your hand trembles as you lift the coffee cup to your lips.
You feel some type of way but you don’t know why…
soon enough- you do.
There’s a banging on the door. A body is framed in the doorway.
Your heart skips a beat, lips quiver,
no word is said but a silent motherly message passes across- from her to you.
She barges into the house, turns on the TV set. Her legs give way.
She collapses onto the couch.
You crash beside her, hands intertwined in each other’s. Holding onto the only thing you’ve got- hope.
A voice on the TV utters, “school under siege”.
All you hear: “our baby boys are under siege”.
Nothing prepares you for that knock on the door. When your world as you know it- is thrown into a storm.
It is a tragedy all this violence against our youth.
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It really is… such a heartbreaking reality
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I’m speechless! Your writing is beyond amazing
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awww Thank you very much for such an amazing comment ❤️❤️
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You’re welcome! I love your poems❤️❤️
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No words
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Thank you very much!
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My absolute pleasure
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I have no words…this is so tragedy and painful!
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Aw, Thank you very much Sir.. its the least I could do, writing about it
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Oh Ameena! You said it all! ❤ ❤
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Awww Thank you Joy! The tragedy cuts deep 😔
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Yes it does!!
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I am honored to have read this. May your thoughts here transcend to all the victims of juvenille and may it bring peace to them.
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Ameen…. Its such a sad thing, whats happening in the world 😭
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