Friday 12-14-12 started as any other day

Dressing for school, hurried breakfasts, hugs, little ones at play

Dedicated, loving teachers there in the morning

As dedicated, loving parents hand-off their living treasures

Little beating hearts and chubby hands

Giggles and greetings, crayons and colored clay

Chaos and unspeakable violence breached the walls

Of an institution felt safe and warm

By one confused, angry and hurt

An invisible young man now a house-hold name

To the horror of a nation

Yes, even to the shock of the world

And the deep searing grief of the families

Precious lives now cruelly cut short

The aftermath of confusion and pain

The lack of understanding

What are we to do?

Who does this? Who?

Why? WHY?

No answers, only pain

For the children, for their teachers made heroes in one final act

For the mother who died alone in her home

For the father…