I felt the same joy that a mother feels when he was born,

I knew as he grew older, and my heart was torn.

I knew he was different and had problems at school,

I knew he would never be normal, and other children were cruel.

I kept him close to me, and home-schooled him for his sake,

As I never knew that one day my heart would forever ache.

He pointed the gun at my face that day,

I felt terror, horror and my thoughts may have strayed,

Back to the day when that little boy was born,

And now, all the world can do is weep and mourn.

What has he done? How could he kill,

and take lives of little children who still,

had entire lives to share with our World?

Dear God, in Heaven, there will never be words.



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