Remembering Sandyhook

Paul Klee

Paul Klee

I cannot bear
to look at the children
lying slaughtered on the floor
rag dolls torn to shreds by copper
from another angry child’s gun
I cannot bear to look
at the children

I choose to see
children hand in hand
walking softly across a bridge
each one knowing she is not alone
as they wend their way home
through the gray light
of blue morning

We do not own
the children we love
No They belong to each other
more than we or even they know
They have no stronger shelter
than those tiny hands
to which they cling

“The more horrifying this world becomes
the more art becomes abstract.” ~ Paul Klee


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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One Response to Remembering Sandyhook

  1. tearjerking – literally

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