AND THE HEAVENS WEPT

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.

A MEMORY OF SANDY HOOK

Cockle shells,

Urn of dark blue hughes,

streaks of sky blue as rain

‘gainst the night sky.

Letters of gold script

carrying your name:

Gracie.

I was there 

when your parents

said “good bye,”

when mourners

gathered by the hundreds,

hearts aching

at your tragic loss.

I wear the purple

wrist band

that bears your name:

Gracie.

You are with me as I

“Practice Aloha,”

as the band requests.