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For the Victims

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A young blond sits down
With eleven like herself
Laughter like silver bells
Rings out, a precious sound

The girls are all smiling
Giggling as a breeze
Makes their hair lift to tickle
Their soft and plump young cheeks

The blond is holding up a loop
A perfect daisy chain
Each bloom a golden jewel
Surrounded by many a bright white ray

Green stems are intertwined
All wrapped around to hold
Together forms a green-white crown
Worth more than chests of gold

And here comes the king Himself!
Arriving with white light
Eleven shriek in happiness
And drop their chains in delight

The boys are already there
Frolicking like His sheep
One of them shows off
His lack of two front teeth

Jesus smiles brightly
And opens His arms up wide
The little girls and boys
All hurry to His side

He holds them to Him tight
Keeps them in His embrace
And then looks down to see
Just one of twenty, late

"What's wrong my child?"
He asks in a steady, gentle voice
The girls and boys giggle now
And return to her by choice

Jesus watches them before Him stand
Together, now a group
As that one blond hides behind her
A "Happy Birthday" loop

And with a knowing chuckle
He slowly kneels right down
As she places upon His head
A perfect, Kingly crown

He lifts His beautiful crystal eyes
Her own now do His meet
As a tiny tear slides down
Her perfect, rosy cheek

"My child," he says gently
"Hush now don't you cry
For you are here in Heaven
The King Himself is at your side

I will save you from all things
You are my tiny sheep
When you came here you got your wings
There is no need to weep

Your families will come soon
When I call them one by one
Until then your six courageous teachers
Will lead you in your fun."

All the children smile
Their teardrops wiped away
And Jesus watches as they all
Leap and shriek and play.
I don't know why I wrote this... My fingers just started moving on the keyboard. I don't like poetry; frankly, I didn't think I could write it. But God had something He wanted to say, and He used me to say it.
Rest in Peace, 20 angels, 6 heroes, and 1 mother :(
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DesperateAshes's avatar
Hi, I'm inviting you to join this project that I've started called the Sandy Hook Card Project. I'm gathering people to make cards of well wishes that will be sent to the school. If you're interested, you can check out my journal here: [link]. It has more details.
You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but could you help me spread the word about the project? It would be a great help, thanks!