006 Columbines Poem by Lori Boulard
006 Columbines
It is not the death of youth
that shocks us into grief,
but the sucker-punch reminder
we were never in control.
We cultivate our children
like fresh spring bulbs,
nurturing the blossoms, feeding
the roots, wrenching the weeds
around the tender stem.
The backlash of violence
is nature's thorn prick,
the stabbing truth that
despite our tireless tending,
our perfect homes
and pure intentions,
we will never
spade every flaw
in the flowerbed,
every stone in the soil
slowly choking the roses.
Lori, this is harsh truth, well told. As parents, we do our loving best; ultimately however our offspring must and will make their own choices. Love and life are scary sometimes, my friend.
I've come across that unfortunate incident in Columbine when I wrote my thesis about the influence of violent video games to youth values. I share your rage at the laxity of our society in looking into this matter.
A strong piece with a strong message. Well formed and crafted Lori. Sure gets the old grey matter twitching.
it really makes me think. if adults took books to fight wars/to gun ranges. would the attitude of the children? ? ?
Lori, I am not a parent but I can appreciate the beautiful way you presented this thought. Nicely done. Martha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 11:09:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Oh Lori. This is so sombre and almost defeatest, but well said nonetheless. Danny