Frozen Tears In My Christmas Tree…(for the parents of the children who died at Sandy Hook)

by Steve Thompson
(Methuen, Ma USA)

The yawning of her simple smile…now the toys cry soft tears...

Songs on the radio he sang so loud..silenced.. but echoed in this memory...

Why was I not there...I could have helped...maybe...maybe not…

This child held so much of my heart…

I can’t feel my heartbeat… anymore…



So fleeting…yet I feel her ..those walks that we spent together… are still inside of me…

God…why couldn't you take me…I know you lost your son…

But at least he had a chance to be…

His little boots… and his dog keeps looking for him…

No pain knows this numbness...my baby ..it hurts so bad..



She wore that green bow on her big red dress... colors ...just like Santa’s

Now her new bike stands in the cellar…and we can’t look at each other…

I heard a boy calling mommy in the store… and my heart leaped...how cruel life is…

I am screaming inside…I hate something …then everything..

But my child wouldn't want me to ..this can’t be real…



Last night I slept face down in the smell of your clothes…

And my knees prayed my eyes would open to see you... one more precious time…

I don’t know how to let you go….

You will always be the Christmas Star…I see in the night..

Until my eyes meet yours ..once again my baby… Goodnight