When we stand and decide that the violence stops with us we truly change the future. I wrote this poem as a way to express how I feel about mine and my children’s future.
There are rivers that flow
Each generation steps into the waters of their family
Waters of generations flow over and around each person.
For some the waters flow sparkling by
filled with love and contentment.
For some the waters flow inky black
filled with pain and sorrow passed from one generation to another
Ripping through them till the water runs dark from them as well.
But I will step into the waters
And I will stand strong
Casting stones to either side
Building a dam to hold back the dark water
Standing firm in the center
as the black waters assail me
Filtering it as best I can the water as it passes
So my children and grandchildren step into clean water
Water filled with love and laughter.
I will stand as a bulwark
And I will not yield.