James Mattioli
** This poem is in memory of James Mattioli, one of the children who died in the Sandy Hook Shooting. James loved math, sports, singing at the top of his lungs, and cuddling with his mother at night.
James plays football and basketball during the day with the angels and saints.
At night he sings at the top of his lungs like an angel.
Helping to create a sound of peace out to the world.
Before he goes to bed he lies comfortable next to Mary, the mother of God.
As he falls to sleep.
Counting the number of people he will share his love with.
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