Have you ever lost a child? Have you had to say goodbye to a being that had nothing but love for you? Have you ever had to think of all the things that still needed to be done? Have you ever said that only a child should bury a parent, never the other way around?
If you have ever lost a child you wouldn’t care what they looked like, what clothes they wore, what lovers they had, or what made them happy. You would love that they were alive.
I would take my son back no matter what choices he ever wanted to make no matter what mistakes he ever made no matter how many times he messed up.
Think about it. Why hate a person while they are alive when you can’t do anything but cry when they are gone?
When we are born we are blessed if we have two arms and two legs, ten fingers and ten toes.
When a baby is born missing one of the essential parts of what we consider normal Do we ridicule it? Do we say we no longer want it?
For some this may be so but for those of us living in modern, civilized times we know better.
When we are born we have white skin, brown skin or yellow skin we have skin in all shades and colors. We have eyes in all shades and colors.
When a baby is born a different color than its siblings or parents a different shade of what you imagined is that a mark of deformity? Do we ridicule this baby for looking different? Do we say we no longer want it?
For some this is so but for the ones who have compassion and love in their hearts they don’t see a shade different.
When someone loves us Do we say it is bad to love? When someone looks up to us Do we say it is bad to admire?
We may differ by actions but it is only actions that make one human different than another. Who are we to judge which is better?
If we were sent to this world to hate to hurt to ridicule to ostracize we wouldn’t have a world here to be in.
Today’s prompt: Write a piece of prose around the word: “sirens”
Matthew held his ears tightly. Crouching closely to the ground, hidden by a pile of rubble, he prayed it would end soon. The sound of the sirens, although miles away, pierced his eardrums and made his stomach turn. It had been two days since he last saw his family. He didn’t know if he was the one that left or if they were. He didn’t even know where he was. But he was a fighter and he was determined to find out the truth about what was happening and where he could find his family.