the day before Christmas (moment of unexpected silence)

Humming along to Happy Xmas (War is Over)
on the car radio, though I’ve done nothing
but buy, buy, buy, and go by.  My mouth
still tastes of peppermint mocha
behind my cheeks and under my tongue
as I flip pages of that to-do-list that never stops

it does skip a beat and pause
when I see the flag
sagged half-staff, anemic and windless
at the post office, and that laxity strikes
on the cheeks and across the eyes
tearing off the blindfold I didn’t see:  what packs my day
with unwrapped presents and dinner to plan
was ripped from Newtown families

and I pause both to mourn and be thankful.
Sometimes blessing is a bitter thing

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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12 Responses to the day before Christmas (moment of unexpected silence)

  1. boomiebol says:

    So true… Very well written

  2. unfetteredbs says:

    Be well Susan and Merry Christmas. This was lovely

  3. I can’t stop thinking about them…
    I think it still looms over us.
    Merry Christmas, Susan, to you and yours.
    I have not forgotten the e-mail you sent. Sorry to be so tardy with my feedback.

    • Victoria–no worries about the e-mail… Take your time, I mean it!

      Merry Christmas to you and your family. Yes, this has cast a pall over my usual holiday spirit, as it should.

  4. Merry Christmas to you and the family, Susan

  5. a heavy thought at christmas, but so true..many they probably already had gifts for…it is good to think on them…merry christmas all the same…

  6. nelle says:

    I’ve thought lots on the families and those who lost their lives.

    I’ve thought lots about the advocates for a pro gun society. I cringe over the expressed opinion this is the price we pay for freedom. Their freedom is not the one I embrace. Where is the freedom for those who died, to be free of violence, to be free of fear? Just so someone can fill their need to feel mighty by carrying around a lethal weapon, that justifies their deaths?

    We talk of the mentally ill, but I question the stability of anyone who wishes to walk our streets with a concealed weapon, or own such a thing as an assault rifle.

    • I think we need to weigh whose freedom is most important–those of us and our children who would prefer to go about our daily lives without this threat hanging over our heads like an intensely heavy weapon of Damocles, or the people who want to carry their deadly toys with them. I really think there is no contest here. A gun is a tool for hunting or protection, and we have no rights to one of those, considering the cost when one is misused.

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