Sadness

Waves of anger, compassion for the victims, love for a city that embraces humanity in time of need

Expressions of love and concern from distant family

Pain of lost life and limbs, lives irreparably changed

Joy turned to panic, shock, soul-rending news

Children and young women killed, so many hurt

Blood-lust of numb young men who can’t feel, dissociated from pain, high on killing

Heroes who saved others, rescued the wounded, repaired shrapnel-torn bodies

To all who witnessed this latest atrocity, and were wounded in their soul

May we all find peace.

One week and a day after my mother-in-law’s 75th Birthday

April 22, 2013

Burning resentment

Taken for granted, asked to do all, be all, serve all

Judged as inadequate, deserving of disrespect, dishonored, as in:

You’re turning into Jane!

Wrap the shrimp up for Dave.  He wants the vegetables, too. I took the fruit salad and I’m not leaving any.

What are you fundraising for now?

Food served not eaten, except ice cream cake, scarfed

Thanks not expressed

It was a rolling birthday!

Mom and Aunt doing dishes

Sleek, well-slept, well-served, well-groomed, comfortable boys (are they not men?) give gifts, and are loved for it.  

All the boys together  

(So much better without the wives! Tee-hee)

Except, need the latter so as to have the children in tow

I want to go to the finish line!

News of explosions

Sons are fine.  

The stock market dropped 200 points!

There is no peace, where honest emotion is never expressed

so un-lady-like.

Rest in peace, dear Jane.