Not a Poem
How does this iteration of our world not end in nauseating violence?
I suppose you could argue that every iteration does eventually.
I always just expected us to do better than this.
I remember my mother saying that often to us as children.
“I expected better, and I’m disappointed.”
Even in times of great pain and suffering
I really appreciate being able to understand my mother
And her wisdom.
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I love the quotation and your remembering it.