Letter to a child

To Whom it May Concern

You are not my son. I am not your father.

You trod a path that is alien to me. We are not family.

You took household commodities and fashioned out of them violent and indiscriminate death. No son of mine would do that. No son of your mother would do that. No son of any Lord that I know of or that I can imagine would do that.

You are not my son, your mother’s son, our Lord God’s son, nor any son of this beautiful, wonderful humanity of which we are part.

You are death and murder but pitifully not forgotten in your monstrous act. You are a glyph, a symbol, an icon of hatred for the short eternity of our lives and the greater one of history.

No longer yours

A Stranger

©suzanne conboy-hill 2010

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