On the wind,
no Children’s voices
rang, nor sang,
that Funeral Day
as the deluge whipped
Relentless
And The Heavens wept,
Repentance
Perhaps to cleanse.
Perhaps to rage.
“Where are the children’s voices?”
the Heavens seemed to grieve.
We need their high pitched
chortle,
we need, we need, we need
We need those children
with us.
We grieve so we may live.
We need solace
in our hearts,
we need laughter on the wind.
On Dec. 14, 2012, a lone gunman shot
and killed 20 children and 6 adults at
Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown.
Torrential rains marked the back to back
funerals of two 6-year-old girls.
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