Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Another Day in the Neighborhood

It's impossible
to know each number
in a sequence

another
fill in x number hurt killed
for another senseless y tragedy.

You can wake up
each morning
and grow numb
with numbers. 
 
Look for the helpers
said Nancy
to her son Fred

You will always find
the people who are helping.

This poem © 2013 Emily Cooper.