We see them
Laughing with the winds in their hair
And a lightness of being
These are the children I saw as I grew up
It was a long time ago
I used to love living near the park
To hear their laughter and giddy screams
Something so healing about that sound
The sounds of hope of imagination of dreams not yet realized.
I never had any children, it was not meant for me
The fates made it so and I was ok with that.
But now, the news drones in at me
My heart breaks...I hear the screams of children
Running in fear
For their lives
Trying to survive
Dodging each other
Never knowing trust.
And children kill children as they are supposed to learn how to be grown.
But the grown ups are shooting at each other too
So these kids are growing up way too fast...they are learning our grown up lessons-the ones we shouldn't teach.
And I see this boy who murdered kids
In court, he looks so tiny
For being so emboldened by his gun
As the politics blare on and the positions on gun control are stated...
And yet no one goes deeper
They try to heal the wound without seeing it.
It is gushing
We are gushing
Our blood is on their shoulders-
And now, these kids are smarter than we ever were
Yet adults still treat them like less than they are.
They can understand the truths of our cruel world
At the mere touch of a button or a whispered question into the air around them, the computers answer back
Cold, impersonal, and lacking the context of the answers they seek.
They are not adults yet they function under that pretense.
What choices have we given them? This world has run over us older ones and we unleashed this, this technology.
What is missing is compassion, care and comfort- replaced with the momentary high from a "like" or a heart under a photo altered to look so perfect.
But these kids should not expect to attain perfection
None of us should try to attain it. Only try to connect with each other
In a deep, slow, meaningful way...with actual conversations that bubble up organically.
But there is no time for that now, we have made it that way...and I see this wound bleeding and no way to stop it. I am the last of a generation who did not have phones or even microwaves.
We met each other face to face and our lives had weight to anchor us to each other.
So this shooting that keeps going can not be stopped until we look at the cause of this deep loneliness and anger.
We all have it now.
A slow burning nagging ache coming from what is left of our souls.
And I want to help, because I feel everything so deeply; an empath, crying for children I never had. And I want to connect on a deeper level; even as I post and click hoping someone will hear me, see me and understand what I say.
These children need to be loved and seen, every one of them, cherished and acknowledged. But there is no time now. Everything is too fast. Everyone is looking down instead of at each other. And I am looking down- filled with pain. I am so sorry.