A Man and his Sign

by Kathy Ellis / February 14th, 2021

Roads paved in gold.
Makes no sense in the land of plenty.
Your seven-year old son struck.
By a stray bullet.
From a deranged gun.
I am sorry for your sorrow.
Hold your sign.
High.
The sign that holds the face.
Of your lovely child.
Let arms wrap.
Around your wretched pain.
You are here.
In the right place.
We hold your brokenness.
In a tender place.
Until the next time.
To march again.

Kathy Ellis works as an intercultural communication trainer and provides English as a second language classes in the global workplace. She always felt writing was missing from her life so she picked up the poetry pen five years ago, self-published her first book of poems in 2017 and is presently working on book two. She wishes for any physical wall between countries to disappear, for the world to have more empathy for refugees, and to be more welcoming to our hard-working immigrants. She runs an international bed and breakfast and houses two multilingual cats. Read other articles by Kathy.

This article was posted on Sunday, February 14th, 2021 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.