The little ones
Who won’t be cuddled Christmas Day
the life yet lead
so cruelly taken away
The parents and the grief
the children that they lost
I can’t imagine
the pain within their hearts
at what this slaying cost
Hold tight your little ones
even though you can’t hold them
take a moment of your day
to think of the useless mayhem
So sparkling eyes of child now gone
R.I.P and we can only say
how sorry that this happened to you
shame, unbelief, upon this senseless day
Today whilst Christmas shopping. A little girl with Down Syndrome came up to Mr S and I in the aisle.
She tapped us both on the stomach and said “I’m going camping”.
We asked where.
“Near a river” was her reply with a grin that beamed across her face.
She will see the river …but those lost in this massacre will never run their hands through the water….