To the Children of Sandy Hook ages 6 to 56

Go now, precious pupils of Sandy Hook,
And worry not of the sorry lot that remain
Take your abundance and your shine away from here,
leave us our swollen hearts, our eyes stained with tears.

You precious ones, whose smiles will not go away
Leave us our faces to sag and drain,
under weight of heavy guilt and promises broken,
Please leave us to sort out our sordid affairs.

The Language of the Heart

Welcome to Poetry Showcase!

You have a great command of the language of the heart. Your message to the beautiful children of Sandy Hook was as white as snow. Thank you for your attention to what really matters. I was touched by the Spirit of your pen.

Warm regards,

Kathy Paysen

Dallas, Texas

I am from Orange County, California. I moved to Dallas two years ago as a result of the economy.

To the Children

I like the poem. The United States has to choose between assault rifles and the lives of its children. This doesn´t
happen in countries where it is difficult to get weapons.

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