Thoughts and Prayers

He had a sweet smile,

  you could see for a mile.

Her ponytail just danced,

  like pixies that pranced.

Not a cross word,

  was ever heard.

Their sanctum serene,

  away from the mean.

Now cards and letters and prayers,

  tell us that somewhere someone cares.

Flower bouquets so fragrant and nice,

  evoking memories of sugar and spice.

A baseball cap from a favorite team,

  tells us about a little boy’s dream.

The tennis shoes she wore on that day,

  perfect for the games that she’d play.

The brave teacher who shielded them all,

  she probably was the first one to fall.

Sleeping softly in the arms of the Lord,

  protected by his righteous sword.

Missed by the playmates who don’t understand,

  mourned by hypocrites all over the land.

So, tell me how your rights are foreclosed,

  by bodies so broken their caskets are closed?  

LDT April 21, ‘23

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