A Reckoning

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A Reckoning

The poinsettia has died—
I tried.

As best I could—
Anyone would.

Bathed in natural light—
Warm and bright.

More Christmas joy brought—
I thought.

Auld Lang Syne and table set—
“A cup of kindness yet.”

Cupid launched his arrow—
Some thought the aim too narrow.

Easter’s promise. He cleansed our sins—
Life everlasting and everybody wins!

Saint Patrick listens to March say—
“Corned beef and cabbage okay?”

Mother’s Day we all know—
Do miss her so!

Memorial Day, too high a cost—
So many brave young lives lost.

Juneteenth, America's shame— 
Slaves yes, too many to name.

July 4th’s quiet celebration—
Little enthusiasm in a wounded nation.

As for me—
What will be, will be.

The poinsettia has died—
I tried.

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