When Your Ama Was Neutral (for my grandchildren)

[susankh4]

Once upon a time
Your Ama had beige walls
Moss Green carpet

(You don't remember?)

Ama grew tired of white
A bucket of tears
She splattered on her wall

(Tears for whom?)

A shot rang out
The president dead
Shot in the head

(your Ama was nine)

He had a dream
It was shattered
Death of a King

(your`Ama was ten)

Four dead in Ohio
Child son passing
That exit called Kent

(your Ama was twelve)

Deep Blue tears on
White-washed walls
Sunshiny frames of hope

(Your Ama was 47)

Pain welled up, spilled
Into a knowing receptacle
Kindness only matters



Note: I wrote this three years ago. Decided to edit and reprint, as we stand at the cusp of another revolution.

I only hope this one is not as costly as the last....

[superconnected]

1. I enjoyed that, thanks!