Sandy Hook Poem by Chris Hudson

Today is not a day of grief
Today is not a day to weep
Today is a day to howl
Today is a day to bow
Before the shattered dreams of tiny souls
Whose lives we held above all else

We who are wrought with holes
So deep would bleed to be the one he felled
If by doing so it quelled the anger of his mind
To spare the flesh of children, kind

Where was I? Where was I?
Waiting at a light in Newtown
Beneath a sunlit winter sky
And watching twenty bluebirds fly
And all the time
Thoughts of you
'Oh, daddy do you see the bluebirds too? '