“It’s just a drink.”
That is so easy to say,
But who are you talking to?
The little boy who sees it in his mother’s hand,
Sees that look on her face,
The stranger,
And doesn’t have a word for the pain?
The little girl lying in her bed crying,
Listening to all the screams
Coming from the other room?
The parents who arrive at the Emergency Room
To learn they don’t know who they are?
“It’s just a drink.”
But don’t tell that to me.
it would not be just a drink for me, it would be the end of all i have achieved over the last 15 years...one drink and it would all be down the drink...so to speak
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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well done!
Reindeer
That's why I hate it!!
Love Tinka
Just a drink causes so much pain and misery--a strongly imaged, powerful write with an in your face lesson--thank you
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Jill
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx, karen lynn. :(
Felix