Lest We Forget, Again


For we do that,

oh so often, we do

decide upon a beautiful sunset,

perhaps the rising moon,

a sweet snowfall,

even the rain of a heated summer day,

lets our mind return to the numbing

nature of a human condition

built upon,

the product of denial.


But we cannot,

simply look alive people,

please don’t shut your eyes,

there’s a movement,

and this time,

it is your children,

let their voices be heard.


Imagine telling a child

you may not skip class to protest

the death of your peer

by senseless gunfire,

imagine telling your children,

I don’t love you enough

to give a crap

about your well being.

Imagine telling a child

when you leave

I’m not going to imagine

a terrible outcome.


If we demand our children

stick to the implementation

of a day of lessons

designed in minutia

and instead

forget the very reason,

we brought our child

into this world,

then we have suggested

the concept of love is a fallacy.


We are at war,

and the eyes of a child,

certainly contain the heroic passions

of our every tomorrow.


name and faces



I walked into my classroom today,

and the kids were being themselves,

I was thinking about their welfare,

wondering how many wondered themselves.

When I into their faces,

I’d seen them already,

splashed across the television screen

hanging in the living room of everyone’s home.


I wonder if it’s possible

to tell each other the same

that Billy & Frieda and Jennifer, well

all could be the victims of this,

insane response to

letting go,

allowing the human condition

a reason to justify

letting go.


We are told to be cognizant,

responsible for the well-being

of all of those involved,

being the students, the elders,

the parents, the faculty,

the community members,

school board and administration,

we’re always wondering who’s in charge.


Proven again last night,

on Valentines Day,

a new massacre for the ages,

a new realization that everyone

is vulnerable.

I looked at the pictures of the victims,

tomorrow when I walk into school,

I will watch them all walk the halls

tenfold in their similarity, their

human capacity, as living as is the dead,

we’re all faces in a crowd.


I wonder about the similarity

if we could recognize we’ll know each

other in another life,

if then

could we protect each other,

with basic compassion

and knowledge beyond



the faces in the crowd,

are the same that make us proud.

I Looked In Their Hearts Today

I didn’t tell them as much,

you never can,

well you might,

I might occasionally want to shout,

I want them to know

I love them,

we love them,

there’s a lot of love when each one of them

walks inside my classroom.


I wanted to reach them today,

they couldn’t really feel the fear,

their days spent removed, fortunate,

isolated from the fury

that suddenly deadened their peers,

people they’ll never meet

one day they could have

if life had allowed

worlds to continue

beyond a gunshot, a bullet, the pain.


I wonder what goes through the mind of a student,

when miles away, sometimes blocks,

when it occurs


and again and again and again,

and then there’s no tomorrow,

I wander through the streets hoping to find

a reason to say

you are completely safe,

but I can’t always say that,

I couldn’t say it today,

and I wanted to

say it to each one of them,

each one walking through my

classroom door.

I want you to know you are safe.


I can’t always say it though,

at least not today,

they’d think I was lying,

they read the news,

they know they’re not completely


They know,

much more than I will ever know.

194 Souls … Counting


I read the news today

Lives, gasps, smiles, tears

On the eve of Newtown

We have lost 194

Children we love

From in our homes across America


When we imagine the skies

Over Sandy Hook,

A sunny glorious morning

Cannot bring back the lives

While we cherish their innocent souls.

From in our homes across America


We will recall stories

Of the lives of kids we

Took for granted

Only for a moment

Playing the sweet sounds of love

From in our homes across America


Florida, Texas

In California

Just today in Colorado

Nevada lost a mentor

Along with countless other names

From in our homes across America


When we realize

Our lives are precious

Seems only a notion

While a memorial

Grieves the reality of love

From in our homes across America


Outside the classic

Lighting drapes a world

We are in celebration

In delightful

Appreciation of their eyes

From in our homes across America


Respect Each Other’ is the plea

Monsignor Weiss of Newtown

Prepares a community

For a reckoning

Of lost lives and sweet hearts

From in our homes across America


Our children, our breath, our … remember!

From in our homes across America.