‘Remembering Sandy Hook, Ct 12/14/12’ by Ed Gutt The Society February 20, 2021 Culture, Poetry 9 Comments . Remembering Sandy Hook, Ct 12/14/12 Over 8 Years Later That day God’s Angels’ tears were shed,When first grade books and blackboards bledPure blood that stained a beige room red.Sad parents tuck ghosts into bedLike precious dreams which now are dead. This, I can’t get out of my head:Such evil causing pain and dread.One young boy, weak in mind, was ledTo perpetrate a crime that fedThe devil’s hunger—“Satan’s Bread.” His mind that never thoughtfully said:“We’re all connected by a thread.”His mind made children “things” instead,Saw them as targets in his head,Unleashing rage and lots of lead. For us, these warnings must be read:To tame that rage which seems widespread,Learn compassion for all instead;Too much, too much, too many dead,So pray for grace, enough’s been said. . . Ed Gutt is a retired engineer living at the Jersey Shore. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 9 Responses Jeff Eardley February 20, 2021 Ed, so sad and so many parallels with our Manchester terror outrage of 2017 in England. These sickening events remind us of the fragility of life. “Sad parents tuck ghosts into bed” says so much. A most moving piece. Thank you. Reply Ann Mitchell February 20, 2021 Ed, What a poignant poem. I watched from here in Canada as Obama had to address the nation, growing more defeated with each horrific announcement. Why is all I can say. Thank you. Reply Paul Freeman February 20, 2021 Sometimes we forget to remember. Thanks for the poignant reminder, Ed. Reply David Paul Behrens February 20, 2021 Thank you for this poem. Reply Norma Okun February 20, 2021 Using justice to have unjust killing gone How mind goes against his own. How sad to think this happened. Great poem of remembrance. Reply Margaret Coats February 20, 2021 Ed, this is a tour-de-force memory with your own special stamp on it, as all 20 lines rhyme with your name. An appropriate way to express your investment in the tragedy. I have a special memory of one brave father photographed in great agony as he learned that his daughter was among the dead. He was wearing a T-shirt at that horrid moment, but on Sunday he was back on TV live, dressed in coat and tie, honoring his little girl by showing photos of this eldest child in his family being a loving older sister. The point he wanted to make was that her life of just six years was of infinite value, and that she had spent it worthily. What a tribute! Reply Amrita Valan February 21, 2021 I couldn’t stop weeping for the kids that day each time I looked at my own innocent toddlers. Thank you for writing, they deserve to be remembered, to never be forgotten. Reply Julie Desmond February 24, 2021 Ed, Your plea for compassion is timely, even all these years later. We are still learning the value of human life. The image of us all strung together, “connected by a thread” resonates. Thanks for sharing this. Reply Ed Gutt February 25, 2021 Thank you all for your comments. Also, thanks for the observation that my name rhymes with all twenty lines of this poem. Believe me that it was unintentional. I’m glad that an astute reader was able to pick up on that. It was difficult enough to communicate my thoughts while maintaining the rhyme and line structure of the poem. Thanks again for everyone’s comments and observations Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.