Sadly, once again, I am re-posting this poem as I keep playing it in my head after another devastating school shooting. I know have an 8 year old little girl, my boyfriends child, she had been in my live for 5 years now and is my own. We felt we had to tell her a little of what happened so that she didn’t hear it from a class mate. She took the news well, but again, like those that died, she is just a child and knows that adults will keep her safe. If only she knew.
It doesn’t matter that we may not have known one soul that died it still hurts just the same and even more so that they were children, babies, dear God not children.
For me as a poet/writer poetry often helps me to get through a time like this when nothing can heal the wound. The following poem was written right after hearing about the Columbine Shooting and sadly applies yet again to the recent shootings.
HOW MANY TIMES MUST A CHILD FALL DOWN?
Dedicated to the Angels created because of Columbine & other School Shootings
How many times must a child fall down forcibly shot to the ground?
And how many children shall lose their young lives,
Because somebody’s day just went wrong?
You stepped in the way, passing on your day,
It wasn’t you he was angry with a friend.
Now time stands still and we pray upon the hill,
I miss you and wish you hadn’t gone,
I love you and wish you didn’t fall.
How many teachers will stand up and take bullets meant for the dead?
And how many parents will be forced to weep,
From the bullets that rang through their heads?
And how many times must I write a new song
Longing for just a little peace?
No matter what I say,
No matter what I do,
Always it brings me back to you.I miss you and wish you didn’t fall,
I love you that’s why I write this song.
You’d smiled at me that day and said I’ll be home right away,
Then the bullets rang out through the halls,
You never came home after all.
The policeman he said even though you are now dead,
You hung on as long as you could.
You said, you’d stepped in his way,
Passing on your day, it wasn’t you he was angry with a friend.
No time stands still and we pray upon the hill.
We know you loved us and wish you hadn’t gone.
You love us and wished you didn’t fall.
Please tell me Lord, how can a day go so wrong.
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