Remembering Sandy Hook

It is 3:06 in the morning. I have been down with the flu and now bronchitis. I have been staying up very late every nite for the last week from feeling sick and tonite is no different. Of course, I am watching continual coverage of “Breaking News”. I think it’s called “Breaking News” because most of the time it “breaks” our heart. Not always, but mostly.

I hope you will take the time to read the poems/songs that came through me. When I am creating, it is my intent to be in conversation with God with me mostly trying to hone my listening skills. These were written with love and respect for all victims.

Two phrases stuck out for me, No More Reunions and Positive Identity. No More Reunions referred to the waiting area for parent’s waiting to reunite with their children in a local firehouse. There were 50 or so adults left and were told “No More Reunions”!  It is haunting to me.

NO MORE REUNIONS

In a quiet little town just north of New York City A young man gone wild in a schoolyard once pretty He was so overloaded and falling apart When he opened fire on innocence and heart

Come to the firehouse, is what they were told Your children are waiting, wanting to go home They’ve been through a scene, one that’ll never let go So stop what you’re doin Come to the Reunion

Mamas and Papas go to the right Your children are seated to the left in the Light When we call out your name, mother and child Just stop what you’re doin This is your Reunion

The day carried on in much the same way Daunting despair, a haunting display All the names had been called, it was eerie to say Stop what you’re doin These are the final Reunions

The mama’s and papas still waiting to the right Had waited and waited with their eyes on the light They realized the truth, it was so loud and so clear The most Feared Fear was the hardest to hear So loud and clear, oh the hardest to hear To stop what you’re doin There’ll be no more Reunions There’ll be no more Reunions There’ll be no more Reunions No more Reunions No more Reunions

(I cannot imagine this)

The second phrase was Positive Identity. The chief of police kept talking about not giving out any names until they had “Positive Identities”.

POSITIVE IDENTITY (a mother knows)

He’s got a mole on his ear It twitches a lot when he likes what he hears She’s got teeth coming in  And one of them sticks out in between her grin A little boy, a little girl Barely six and seven

These little things I tell you Help you do the job you do While I sit by, my family and me Waiting for a Positive Identity

He’s got one blue eye and the other’s green The prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen She’s got a birthmark on her thigh Looks like a floating, golden butterfly A little boy, a little girl Barely six and seven

These little things I tell you Help you do the job you do While I sit by, my family and me Waiting for a Positive Identity

I really want to kick and scream This is a lopsided, crazy, F’d up dream But it’s more amazing that I choose to speak The many beautiful things of these children you I.D I believe that in the daze to come, I will always see And never forget their………………………………………………….. Positive Identity

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