Tasteless, Odorless, With a Hint of Willing to Help

If you are anything like me, you are probably heartbroken by the recent earthquake that occurred in the middle east. Who knows what the final death toll will be, but in the meantime, please keep them in your thoughts and if you can donate or help in anyway, I am sure every little bit is going to make a huge difference as those affected try and piece their lives back together.

I have written the following poem about that tragic event and have included an NPR article about best ways to donate.

Recall the lambs led to slaughter

when our hearts stand fast and agape.

In cities with cement rivers,

obstetricians never deliver

the heroes who lost their capes.

Choose to be tall drinks of water

holding hands of sons and daughters,

whose future we hope to reshape.

When left only scraps and slivers,

and cursed with shivering colds.

When found stuck in your nightmares,

with no hope to ever escape;

choose to be tall drinks of water.

As some loved ones are never replaced.