How does one give a name to something so horrific?
I will feel this tragedy and it will sit with me,
As I have breakfast with my children tomorrow;
As I drive to the post office to mail Christmas packages;
It will be on my heels as I run on the treadmill at the gym;
It will seep into my meditation, form the tears of my prayers
It will blend into the white noise of music and chatter as my home
Fills with visitors on Christmas morn;
As the laughter of my children echoes through the rooms;
I will feel it and it will sit with me.
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