Or

4.16.13

So I missed a day

Writing a poem every day

Yesterday the muse was gone

Didn’t even think about it

Watching the blast in Boston

Over and over and over again

Not quite like 9.11 when I had

To turn off the TV when the kids

Came in the room

I wonder if they remember

How I came and got them from school

At first the schools were dismissing

Early but then they decided kids were safer

In school rather than school buses

Remember we are very close to DC

But I called their other mother and I

Wanted them with me and she said go get them

Which I did. If it was the end of the world

I wanted us to be together.

It wasn’t. It usually isn’t in the US

But how many 8 year olds are killed

All over the world, every day.

In Syria or Afghanistan or Rwanda or

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