To Sandy Hook

Each child, with presents under the tree; their eyes full of wonder and anticipation. Blooming into the place we call child yet trying at times to be so adult. We remember them only with tears while family must listen to their hearts. We look and speak of what might have been while family speaks of what was and is, and all of us suffer for what can never be. Please, may their young souls rejoice within the place reserved. Let their mute voices be stark testimony of the goodness of man and their forgiveness, in the face of brutal circumstance, be the way we want to honor their short lives. And may their memory live and grow to inspire all mankind to actions which will someway benefit us all. With respect to all the parents and loved ones.