I live in Connecticut,
And only a short drive away
It's all over the news and I am sure you heard about it
Another tragedy struck again and this time it’s,
The nutmeg, constitution and insurance capital of the world
Who suffers in pain and left with nothing to gain
Trying my hand this poems original was written with a crayon
I sit, think, feel and try to write
Holding back with all my might my eyes are burning
I know not a single one but when I am done with this poem
And put down my wax I know I will then lose the fight
Time can never now be the perfect healer
Cause the pain will never slip away and go into the past
For in all our hearts the memories of those children’s innocence will always last
So many lives will forever live in despair
I have six of my own and could never possibly know there sorrows
Or even come close to try and compare
I was up all night thinking of my own and writing this
For the lost ones because I do care.

(SirCARSr. 12-14-12)