Sunday, December 16, 2012
The death of any child is a tragedy. The death of 20 children because a disturbed young man had easy access to an assault rifle is beyond understanding.
I’m sharing a poem today that has always made me cry:
Rispetti: On the Death of a Child
I thought I heard a knock on the door,
And I jumped up as if you were here again,
Speaking to me, as you so often did,
In a coaxing tone; “Daddy, may I come in?”
When at eventide I walked along the steep seashore
I felt your small hand quite warm in mine.
And where the tide had rolled up stones,
I said aloud; “Look out that you don’t fall!”