There are many tragedies in George Floyd’s death

They are interconnected…intertwined…

From the brutal way that he was murdered

to the daughter he left behind.


The daughter he would carry on his back

Where, perched on his shoulders way up high

She would stretch her arms out wide

and feel like an airplane in the sky.


The tragedy that makes us sad

that makes us frustrated…makes us mad

Is how 6 year old Gianna 

will now grow up without her dad.


Her family will, no doubt, be there to help her

and she’ll smile when she says his name

but growing up without him

her life will never be the same…


Because they never had the opportunity

to grow together or even say goodbye…

and he never had the chance 

to teach his daughter how to fly.


We need to change this now…today!

We must do more than try….

So Gianna’s children will have a father

who can teach them how to fly.



In the wake of another senseless tragedy,

all to commonplace today,

It’s hard to know what one should do

or find the right words to say.


I do know when sadness overtakes us 

it’s easy to lose sight

how we spend half our life in the light of day

and half in the dark of night.


When we are steeped in sadness,

when we think darkness will forever stay

the moon and stars provide us hope

and help to light our way.


And don’t ignore the evening primrose

or the jasmine shining bright

or the moonflower or the water lilies…

which only bloom at night.


Reminders that even in our darkest moments

seeds of hope and love can be sown.

Reminders that even when surrounded by sadness

you…are not alone


I hope anyone who is sad today

will try hard not to lose sight…

will remember all the people who love you…


and how daylight follows night.

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