Poem

It is happening too often,

though one time is too many,

waking up,

getting up,

getting breakfast and checking the messages

five or ten having come through in the night

“I am OK, are you OK?”

“We are fine here, and you?”

the whole family checking up.

Why? Isn’t it just a normal morning?

Go to the news.

OK, now I see.

“Yes, I am fine. Thanks for checking.”

I am fine, we are all OK, but others, many others, are not.

 

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