My dad recently had knee replacement surgery on his left knee. The surgery went well and he is at home recovering. My six-year-old twin nieces made him get well soon cards. Inside Rosa’s card, it reads something like:
“Flowers will bloom agen. People will be well agen, my sweet heart.”
Now a poem.
A Childish Wish?
Blue skies overhead
Soothe a little this burning dread.
Is this the end? Are we done?
Is this our last rotation around the sun?
Spring is blooming
Shells are booming
Beyond it all, climate catastrophe looming
To live in peace, a childish wish?
Why can’t we learn to heal our rifts?
Hunger for power, greedy for more
We’re bringing about our own downfall.
I stand in the garden, my face to the sun
Whilst sweet Polina faces a gun.
Is this the end? Are we _?
Love and courage,