for those precious children

12.16.12

i weep today.

i weep for a world that has lost

wide-eyed innocence,

and will never see the potential,

the beauty, the unique joy of so many

bright children.

i weep for you little ones

who lost your lives to senseless violence

to evils you never imagined

to tragedies you never deserved.

i weep for you who greeted each morning

with joy and excitement

and for you who ended each day clutching a teddy bear

and whispering a prayer

for you who filled your mommy’s heart with a special love

for you who held the key to your daddy’s heart

for you who was just learning to tie your shoe

for you who was a big brother or a little sister or a younger brother

or an older sister

for you who had an angelic demeanor

for you with the mischievous eyes

for you with the endearingly crooked smile

for you who looked forward to Christmas and cookies and snow

for you who enjoyed the hot sun on summer days

as you played and swam and ran.

i weep for the one

who looked so beautiful

in her new pink boots and dress that day

and for the one who always said “please” and “thank you”

as she wiggled and giggled

and the one who sang so beautifully, hitting every note

and for the one who loved animals and a simple breakfast sandwich

and the one who loved to ride his bike and be an athlete

and for the one who left behind his best friend, his twin sister.

i weep for all you little ones who have been taken

because of war and genocide

and corrupt government

and inadequate laws

and atrocities that your family

tried so hard to shield you from

and domestic abuse and random acts of violence

and even selfish mothers and violent fathers

and heartless siblings and

cold individuals and

a cruel world

in need of Redemption and Love.

i did not know you.

yet i weep for you

because in my children’s eyes

i see what you once had,

that special sparkle, that extraordinary light,

that expression of promise,

that same love.

May You Rest in Peace.

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