Newtown, Ct Poem by Tigers Dancing

Forty more people lost a child this week.
‘Lost' does not in any way describe the horror,
The carnage that must have taken place
In such a short time.

I look at my own child
and I am thankful.

Thankful that for now, she is still with me.
Thankful that she has passed that small age
where the world is so inviting
but so unexpectedly dangerous.

And I think of them,
the parents;
all those who lost someone.

Someone they brought into the world.
Someone they loved without condition.
Someone they couldn't protect.

The teachers; each of them was someone's child too.
And the man who took all these lives
a lost child himself.

The world will always be unexpectedly dangerous.
It is also unexpectedly beautiful.
Do not allow fear to rule.
Trust that all will be well.
Live in today.