Whiplash and Freefall

When I'm 64

I will believe that 65 is still a ways off.

Then yesterday it was here,

in all it's - glory?

Wonderful calls from kids and friends,

a lunch with a great friend,

and a goodie box of pampering goods from

the kiddos topped off my 64th year.

I do not mind being 65.

What I do mind is the constant whiplash

I feel from the criminal actions of #45.

Every time I think this is it;

this is what will finally wake up

that malevolent side of America;

I go back into freefall,

praying for a safe landing.

Take away all the horrific maneuverings we have

been forced to watch unfold and narrow

the focus to just the smallest of us

in this world.

Children

Remove religions, races and ethnicities

and pare down to the core of our humanity.

Loving and caring for the

children of the entire world.

If you cannot believe in that,

fight for that,

despair over that,

then your humanity is gone.

If every query of what path to follow

began with the question

"what is best for ALL the children?"

perhaps we all could once more

feel safe and proud.

free falling

I can no longer handle roller coasters

or airplane turbulence.

Those sensations are terrifying to me.

I can sue for whiplash,

could I sue #45 and friends for causing me

the same mental anguish

of humanity's free fall?