A poem for the youngest victims of the Sandy Hook Tragedy
My tears they are falling as I continue to remember
All those who were murdered on the 15th of December
Thinking about the little ones ages six years and seven
What were their last thoughts before leaving for Heaven?
I can only imagine it with my past memories of fear
What each child was thinking as the gunman drew near
What terrible worries and fear there must have been
When the murderer opened fire and pushed his way in
Perhaps they were shaking or were wanting a way out
Perhaps "mommy and daddy" were words they would shout
We cannot even grasp it all the emotions that were inside
The mind of each of the little ones before he or she died.