For Bayley And All Others Who Perished
For Bayley, and all of the others who perished.
© -MFB III
She was just reaching for a toy, when her whole world collapsed around her, a smear of chocolate icing from her 1st birthday cake, still on her cheek from sharing the leftovers with the class.
Trapped underneath massive rubble, even as she was suffocating she cried long enough for the rescuers to reach her.
Bloody and torn flesh too tiny to bear gazing upon, yet one firefighter, cradled her snug in his strong arms, wishing he could heal her, but knowing instinctively that she was beyond healing.
So the angels brought her mercy, and carried her in loving wings to a heavenly day care, far beyond the evil of men who would dare mix fertilizer with hate, and snatch the breath from tiny souls.
She plays in a bright nursery, full of laughter and love, forever, while Timothy Mcveigh her butcher, lies buried in the lava of flames and coals suffocating in a hell of his own making, forever and ever.
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