We stare and stare through the tears
at the presents hidden away for children
who will never open their gifts again
Only silence responds
the terrible silence
There are no words
to ease the pain
that will burn
every time
we set the table
for 5 where only 4 will sit
How will we live now?
Will our center hold?
Or shall we all fly off
into our own corners
of unanswerable grief?
3 comments:
Very poignant. Even after a week and a bit, the wound to the parents, families, teachers and friends is still raw, as it is to those who didn't know the victims but who recognize the innocence snuffed out so cruelly.
Thank you.
This poem and the questions posed remind me of the “poem of the month” at Writers At Work, a respected literary website and creative writing center in Los Angeles. It also asks a series of questions starting with the title, “What If the Sea Told Us?” I love this poem -- and not just because the poet happens to be my life partner Audrey:
http://writersatwork.wordpress.com/2012/12/02/december-poem-of-the-month-audrey-lockwood/
Thanks Kittredge - lovely.
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