Nightmares

Breathe now little child,
morning is on its way.
The nightmares won't last
and shadows won't always play
beneath your eyelids.

Be brave now little child,
your innocence guarded.
The dark ones have come
to steal your future and
feed you their lies.

Wake now little child,
sunlight tiptoes in
from under curtains
and slumbering glens,
seeking to warm your fingers.

Sing now little child,
the rain has come to
mend your wearied heart
and wash away
your hardened tears.

Take heart little child,
for I have felt your pain.
Your cries have been heard,
I know the darkness
that hunts you tonight.

Arise now little child
and become all that
you dreamed of.
There's strength left
inside of you yet.

Hold on little child,
to the hope you
remember fighting for.
There's life behind
your smile yet.

Fight now little child,
against the deceit
you once knew as truth.
They were wrong
when they said

you could never be
loved.

Masacure - a (late) Christmas Poem

A poem/song I originally wrote about the mascure of baby boys after Mary and Joseph fled to Eygpt, though it makes sense for the mothers of those who killed in CT shootings.

Your eyes so small, so innocent,

A beautiful smile, so fragile, so sweet.

Tiny fingers, tiny toes,

My son I love you more than you'll ever know.

Your laughter is my greatest joy,

your four toothed grin, the only reward I need.

To be without you is unthinkable,

My precious boy, oh my dearest son.

They came on wings of darkness,

stealing love, stealing life.

They left you broken and torn,

sending you Home, washed in my tears.

I raised my voice and sang for you,

wept this massace of  innocence.

I held you close, refused thier comfort,

begging for your life, my son, oh my son.

Always will I harbor your memory,

deep inside, I will ponder your story.

I don't know why, the Lord chose you, to die today,

but I will try to understand, the underlying theme.

Even though they came on wings of darkness,

stealing my love, stealing your life.

Even though I've never been so broken and torn,

I know you are Home and it's everything you need.

Never will I forget your life, my gift.

Never will I forget, my son, oh my son.