A mother's blood shed at the hand of a son, not that of a stranger. A man full of anger So much anger he consumed or should I say consumed him Life from her very womb, Robbed her of her future as she took her last breath. Did she go quickly? Or did she see the pain he inflicted Freedom restricted Innocence taken Lives forever shaken. Children running and screaming From stray bullets streaming Those that were spared Forever shattered and scared. Scars left... in the presence of death. Too young to comprehend When and how do they begin to mend Little hearts broken To young to explain the pain they are feeling,Β Β words go unspoken. Families waiting for their children to come home Just as they do each and everyday The sound of their laughter the looks of joy as they play. But not today! Gone! Taken! Forever heartbroken and shaken! An empty house filled with sadness and tears looking back on short lived memories not enough time, such short lived years. Presents awaiting these innocent lives under the Christmas tree. Forever unopened, sitting there, bare, empty ever reminding the broken hearted of the last morning they got their children off to school Never to come home to the safety of their arms Unable to protect them from an unforeseeable harm.
Copyright 2012 Rachel Fairbanks
Dedicated to the victims in Connecticut, sending tobacco prayers your way.