thousands gather grief-stricken,
some secretly grateful their children
will sleep in their own beds tonight.
What of the anguish of the mother
whose daughter, that morning, kissed her
goodbye, now lying dead in the place
where she fell, a matter for the police.
How bravely some died, placing themselves
between bullet and child, the unspeakable,
unbearable end of so many lives.
The brush of wind on this chilly night,
flickering candles and prayers,
seventeen who exist only in memory.
© Nancy Scott
Nancy Scott, poet and short story writer, is author of ten books and also managing editor of U.S.1 Worksheets in New Jersey, USA. Her most recent book is Marriage by Fire. www.nancyscott.net