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Poem: "why Today? Why Me?"
Twenty schoolchildren, 8 others dead in Connecticut massacre
By Hilary Russ and Dave Gregorio | Reuters – 2 hours 33 minutes ago
This is the first thing that I read today morning. I had to compose myself for few minutes before I could do anything!!!
Sitting in front of my computer, for penning my thoughts about this massacre, the only thing that I could do to voice my feelings was to paint a poem.
This poem is through the eyes of one innocent life, among the twenty children who lost their lives, few hours ago in this incident.
"WHY TODAY? WHY ME?"
Oh this morning is so pretty.
Sun is shy and wind is chilly,
The cold is bad but my clothes are comfy.
I look at Moma who looks calm and happy.
Papa kisses my lips and ruffles my hair,
“Take care buddy and enjoy the school hours.
Will go for shopping after I come back
cos, Christmas is near and I have promised that blue guitar.”
Oh my Darling Papa I love you so much,
for being the dad so perfect.
I hope you know this
Cos, I forgot to give you my final goodbye kiss.
Little princess is playing with her food and fork.
Messing up her chair and her pink little frock.
I make a face at her earning a musical laugh
Oh princess you need to be strong
I will be with you as I have promised all along.
You are the sister of a brave boy Dave
Take care of Moma and Papa and don’t let them cave.
I finish my bread as school bus honks
Moma rushes to me with my bag and opens the front door
“I love you Davy and you be a good boy!”
Waving me goodbye she kisses my cheeks,
I wave her back and kiss her lovely lips.
I love you Moma, you know you are the best.
I wish I could have said
before my final rest
about today noon...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The loud noise shatters the wall and the ground.
I look behind from my line and see a man with a gun.
He looks crazy and waves his hand all around.
I feel something hit my heart and then there is no sound.
I look as Daisy, Michael and James too fall down
Everything was red and blood was oozing out.
Cries filling the hall as chaos seeped in with power.
I look into the eyes of the man with the gun
He looks messed up, he needs help.
And then he takes a short run.
God why do I have to die so young?
I wanted to go miles before I sleep for the final time.
Why today my God? Tell me now why?
I forgot to kiss Papa and tell Moma my Final Goodbye...