while parents in Newtown, Connecticut cried
over their children, killed in school--
no longer a normal morning--suddenly
they won't ever watch their children
open Christmas presents or graduate college.
for throwing Dominos across the room
and regretted it because he could
be gone tomorrow, my baby gone
in an instant of incomprehensible death.
The idea terrifies me, torments me.
orange juice and a cranberry muffin
then cleaned his face of crumbs
while a father in Gaza said
"My son was killed and nothing
has changed," just eleven months old.
our teachers, our parents and ourselves
from raging gunmen, slashers and bullies,
from missiles and hatred and intolerance,
from hunger, from war, from evil?
When will we care to change?
and he threw himself at me
when I asked for a "huggie."
Meanwhile, parents in Xinyang, China carried
their children from the elementary school,
their slashed heads bound in bandages.
in this world when tragedy strikes,
when children across the world die
and parents are left helpless, injured.
So I hold my son tighter,
pray for strength to go outside.