The Morning After No One Could Save My Children

Dedicated to our collective, mystical intelligence for a world without violence.

December 15th, 2012 / The Morning After No One Could Save My Children

I’m going to turn the lights back on the Christmas tree.

I’ll turn the lights on the Christmas tree….

my tears water the cut trunk.

I can’t ignore the connection…

really, watering a dead tree?

It is, I suspect, what my life will always be….

watering the graves of my dead children.

My children!  Just yesterday, Alive!

Living, walking miracles waiting to happen

to our future!

Smiles so precious as to be ever remembered

with thought of my child.

Their tears shed for others’ pain, tiny hands fashioning

“gifts” of comfort ….

My children…

Loved.

They exist because of Love!

No, I must try to remember, the past tense.

How? How can I recall them as past?

I look everywhere, I pick up the phone

and with a pain that should but does not kill

I remember they are past tense now.

Who will remember my children?

their short little lives…

Was their sacrifice worthy?

Will their LIVING yet bring forth the miracles

ripped from our world by their murders?

Can there be a place in the hearts of men to allow my dead children

to change the World after all?

Such are my thoughts.

Not today.

I just can’t light this dead tree today.

© by JD Adam, December 15th, 2012

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