The Children
Sighs escaped from listeners
as the tragic story unfolded. Glassy-
eyed from shock and horror,
parents whose children were blasted
from their lives, gathered together
to lighten their burden by sharing
their pain. Slicks of rain slid down
their clothing, as a storm rushed
toward them. Visibility at the top
of the hill was compromised,
but unnoticed for most
who could not see anything
in front of them, save
milky shadows of children
never to scratch the itch
of curiosity about life,
finding out what it all means.
Written for: http://thesundaywhirl.wordpress.com
purplepeninportland 
Of all the poems written about Sandy Hook with these words, I like this one the best. Although it paints a vivid image of the aftermath, it is spoken in the soft tone of extending comfort. Like healing wings softly folding around that gathering. Thank you,
Elizabeth
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I am honored, Elizabeth.
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Sorry, but my comments seem to be disappearing for some reason. I really like your poem for its soft tone of healing comfort.
Elizabeth
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Sorry about your comments, but I have them now. Thanks for hearing the tone of my wordle.
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Heartfelt sorrow, thick with emotion. Very well written. The wordle words worked well for this topic.
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Thanks, Cheryl!
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