When I was a child I used to count: one, two, three, four, five.
But now that I’m an adult I just count,
One life,
One life,
One life,
One life,
Because each new life injured or killed is that one, precious, new life lost. New each time.
I am beyond frustrated with mass shootings in this country.
(adapted from a poem “When I Was a Child” by Padraig O’Tauma)
An Endless Falling 
Amen