I have a personal story to share. In 2015, my son Doug reminded me that I used to write poems about his class at the end of every elementary school year. I had forgotten about that side of myself, but the recovery began almost instantaneously—and I started writing poetry again.
I wrote this poem in the wake of the heartbreaking news of the Orlando night club incident last summer, however I’m once again reminded of these words after the news of the Las Vegas shooting this weekend. These incomprehensible tragedies have shocked and saddened me beyond belief. I didn’t think this is where we would be in the world. It’s overwhelming.