The following is a guest post by my husband, Gurpreet Singh. He wrote this poem leading up to the 2018 midterm elections, for victims of gun violence and hate crimes.
by Gurpreet Singh
Daddy, this morning 26 of us played and now we are none.
Motek, I too will miss our Shabbat dinners.
My Sardarni, I miss our quiet Sunday morning rush to get to the Oak Creek Gurdwara.
Mama, thank you for making a space where boys like me may be a little safer to play and to make art and music. I miss you.
I am so very glad you couldn’t make it to Pulse tonight. Love you.
Darlin’, sorry we could not have dinner together after Bible study.
Rana Sodhi, my brother, I am happy you forgave and found some peace.
Get yourselves a good football coach, Marjory Stoneman, you are going to shine.
Many came and many spoke, a lot more cried and no laws changed.
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