Tonight I pose questions, ruminations, and a call for healing and hope.
I first penned this poem four years ago, upon hearing of yet another murder resulting from domestic violence.
I wonder if hope has been given a chance in the aftermath.
A woman was killed Wednesday afternoon in what police described as a suspected domestic violence homicide.
The stabbing occurred about 1:30 p.m. and police said a male suspect was taken into custody.
Neighbors identified the victim and said she had been stabbed to death…
This is all the paper had to say about you.
I do not know you.
But I heard that you were in your forties
a mom to two children
a teacher
and now you are dead.
Why?
how many more women will die at the hands of an angry spouse
who can’t handle his own stuff?
why were you his whipping post?
what will be the future of your children?
will they grow up to be door mats or powder kegs?
will they stand up and say No?
change the parameters of the game?
The boundaries of their lives must be renewed
salved
healed and remade,
and hope must be their names…
Nancie Chmielewski June 30, 2011 updated 10/12/15
[author’s note: you are welcome to share this poem but kindly give credit to the author.]
Oh Nancie… This breaks my heart…
Reblogged this on Michael Moore's Blog and commented:
Heartbreaking… As a man, I am saddened and angered… Domestic violence must be stood up to by all of us!
It is sad. Not only do this happen on a regular basis, it happens all over the world. No woman is immune.
Yes, so sad and so true. My hope is that if we can all come to a greater awareness and speak out, we can stem the tide of violence. Thanks for responding!
You are welcome and I do agree with you silence in this situation does no good.