Twenty new angels in heaven.
Twenty parents with empty arms.
Twenty teddy bears with no one to hug them.
Twenty empty beds with no story to be read.
Twenty good night kisses with nowhere to be bestowed.
Twenty caskets to be chosen.
Twenty empty desks with no lessons to be learned.
Twenty empty stockings this Christmas morn.
Twenty futures stolen never to be lived.
With a broken heart, we send love and prayers to the victims and their families.
Jerrilyn, this is an amazing, powerful poem. It's one that resonates in my head after I read it, and it gave me so many images that stayed with me like snapshots. Yesterday, I found myself thinking of 20 teddy bears with no one to hug, and I kept going over this list in my head, twenty, twenty, twenty.... You don't think you're a poet, but I know you are--several times I've read powerful poetry on your blog! Thank you for this poem to help us process this immense grief. One word describes it, and you: grace.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lisa! Your words mean the world to me!
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