Roses, hydrangeas
we are as flowers
in this garden called life
Who appointed gardeners
to pronounce weeds
to extinguish breath?
Murder is murder
we are all fallen
paradise suffering blight.
(Tuesdays I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own.)
Category: grief
Equality
Two mothers were we
frozen in disbelief
as smoke rose
Cried for the losses
for our children
for a future devoid
of peace
Two mothers
hand-in-hand
shattered
A Christian
and a Muslim
War destroys all dreams.
(Image my own.)
One Woman's Quest 