Deep Indigo Mourning

My friend, how did he go so wrong? Funny and jovial, was he, as happy as one can be. Then, Paul shot his wife to death, mercilessly, Beneath their family Christmas tree! Leaving behind, children...three. He never had a harsh word to say to anyone. What was he thinking, this man of fun? I shall never, ever know... I wanted to scream and run. Strange how life twists and turns at times in unhappy and vicious ways. I worry for women and gentle children. Praying, they are never abused by men. That was the saddest Christmas Eve of my life. A husband with a handgun, oh such pain and unforgettable holiday strife. ~Biographical note~ This, indeed was only one of many brutal attacks, I experienced in my life. Later, a fellow teacher blew her husband way. Life is not always kind to so many unfortunates. My take away from events like this, is to recall how beautiful life is. To value it, be grateful. Above all, to communicate with each other openly. Be kind. Be supportive. If you are in an abusive relationship, get help or get out. Your life depends on it. Don't let any poet here smallify or degrade you, ever!..Panagiota Romios Internet abuse is not acceptable.... July 15, 2020 7pm PST