Sending My Love to London

Today, I’m sending my love to London. I have always felt a special kinship to London and the United Kingdom since, well, forever. I can imitate a fairly decent British accent, and oftentimes read aloud a magazine article or a book in a British accent just to practice my accent. So last night when I was getting ready for bed, my husband broke the news to me that there was yet another terror attack, this time again in London where several people were killed and dozens more were injured in a stabbing rampage.

My heart broke for the people of London, for the families of those killed, and for those injured. Manchester was just attacked less than two weeks ago. London was attacked back in March. And then there was Paris before that.

I don’t have much to say and I don’t know what more I can say, other than I’m sorry this is happening. I’m sorry this is happening to you, my dear friends across the pond. I’m sorry that this senseless thing keeps happening, period.

I found this poem and thought it was so fitting for what is happening in the world right now. It’s by Warsan Shire, a British writer, poet, editor, and teacher who was born to Somali parent in Kenya.

“later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole
world
and whispered
where does it hurt?

it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.”

My thoughts and prayers are with you all.

Yours Truly,
Vanessa

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