Your eyes were so bright
Face so charming;
You told me with your sweet voice
The weekend plans of your choice
The ballet class on Saturday
Bowling on friend’s birthday;
Helping your mom in Christmas shopping
Putting more decorations and lightings
Every itty-bitty thing that ran through your mind;
Without which I am deaf, dumb and blind.
You were so excited
To paint your walls blue and roof with red
And a new white bed
To match with the fury cat.
All your dreams and wishes
Shattered like glass
When the devil sprayed bullets in your class
Death arrived at the wrong address
Making you an angel and driving us hapless.
I found a piece of your shattered dream
In your Barbie bag
The incomplete Christmas drawing
Vivid and enigmatic;
Holding that your mom
Inconsolable and desolate
Sitting by the Christmas tree
Decorated by thee
With colorful ornaments
Candy canes and reindeers
The shiny golden stars
How proud they are
That you have become a tiny star in the sky
To give light to the stranger who lost his way.
The mailman returned your letter to Santa Claus
Marking “Undeliverable address”;
You wrote in big letters
With your tiny hands
Asked for a cute little brother
And a new dollhouse for you
A purse for your mommy
A new job for me
Happiness for your grandma
And world peace for your grandpa
Probably your letter arrived at wrong address
Saint of Death delivered your sacrifice as our present.
We are hapless
Powerless living cadavers
We forgive the devil for the sin
We cannot stop his toy named “Gun”!
I still miss
Your goodnight kiss
I want to cuddle you again
But I don’t know the address for heaven.
(Note: The recent massacre at Sandy Brook Elementary has probably broken everybody’s heart. I wrote this poem to express my feelings as a father as a tribute to the victims of that mindless killing. I do not know any victims personally)