Sandy Hook
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright.
Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites.
Twenty eager minds, ready to learn.
Wheels in their head, starting to turn.
Twenty pairs of eyes, innocent and young.
Their journey in this world, only just begun.
Twenty different homes, in one little town.
All of which will soon, come crashing down.
Twenty loving mothers, their outcome all the same.
All ask the question, of who is to blame.
Twenty strong fathers, knocked down on this day.
Wondering what happened, where things went astray.
Twenty important dreams, some not discovered.
Buried in the ground, where snow will soon cover.
Twenty beating hearts, once vibrant with life.
Extinguished in a second, an unfair fight.
Twenty little souls, glowing and bright.
Flowing in the wind, like brave little kites.