Sandy Hook

 

Wreaths and holly hung all the walls

candles and Christmas were sparkling through.

Laughter and memories echoed the halls

when red and green colors were saturated with blue.

Gripping a nation by our soul with its teeth,

and draining each parent in us of our blood,

paralyzing each mother, each father with grief,

and wrecking our lives like ants in a flood.

The stitching that holds us together is frail

as unbidden agony rips at our seems,

shrouding our hearts with questions like a veil

because 27 innocent lives were robbed of the dreams.

©Devon Volkel