Poem: "Wrong Address" - a tribute to victims of Newtown massacre

When I dropped you off at the school last Friday

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)