Déjà vu?
Perhaps a past life has collided
with my present one,
When I heard someone ask,
“Have you been here before?”
I respond, “Do I know you?”
It answered, “Yes, but you only lived in the present.”
My present life became angry, frustrated.
The questions about life were so many.
It could not remember the Now.
Déjà vu?
“Who are you?”
“I AM!”
Déjà vu?
“Will you be there too?”
“Only if you live with purpose.”
“Is that all that is required? I get it.”
Déjà vu?
“I think I get it. Do you?”
In this poem I have used some nonsense words I made up.
The rain breeped through the lofty trees
on this clograyly fall day
The hardy mums left from the summer
were however happy that they had stayed.
Golinlimpling down the steep hill
sprinted a beautiful unicorn
eager to meet the lovers
just married in the storm.
The unicorn’s voice so sweet and spiritual
whispered secrets from the future
to the sweethearts and their guests
Sunflowers suddenly stood to attention
as the sun sneaked in from the east
a splendid day will be after all
let us feast, oh, let us feast!
The soul mates slowly strolled
into the certainty of their tomorrows;
the unicorn confided there would not be any sorrows.
The unicorn disappeared
No one has ever seen it since
the lovers are now married forty years
happy and content.
It saddens me and breaks my heart to learn that we have to deal with this type of horrific event once again. I was physically ill by the news. Like everyone else I could only think about my loved ones and family who have children in those grade levels. My children are grown but all I wanted to do was to see them and hug them tight.
I wrote this poem as I listened to news reports on CNN. Someone said that there were probably some angels in that school because no other explanation would suffice about how many of the children did manage to escape with only the emotional wounds. May God help them to heal. My sincere condolences to all the families and the larger community of Newtown.
Melba Christie
Angels in a classroom
There were not enough angels to go around
For the children left helpless in a school in Newtown
The sky was bright and forever blue
But no one knew
The calm would be shattered
By a soul so troubled and battered
The children were all babies by any definition
No parent would argue with this distinction
For no matter what the age of a child may be
The loss of a son or daughter, we all can agree
is something too difficult to believe
There were not enough angels that day to go around
The reasons for all the horror may never be found
What we know is that 20 more angels have been recruited
To watch from the heavens
And mingle with the stars
And their brightness will outshine all the others by far
Let us pray for all our children
and make sure that they know
how much we love them
and how we will do all we can
to make sure that no one ever does this again.
Let us not forget the teachers
who protected the children
and made the ultimate sacrifice
to put their lives first
We all need to recognize
Those teachers were real life angels in disguise.
Melba Christie
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