She wore green sneakers on her feet
a heart drawn on the toe
a Marine Biologist future planned
her dreams were set and well in hand
Corpus Christi she would go…
I wonder what he thought that day
as he strode into the school?
What could make a person do
that things that he would do?
Was he lost inside his head,
could he hear their screams…
as he tore their lives apart
cutting short their dreams?
Another school has fallen prey,
how many look the other way?
“Thoughts and prayers,” is what they say,
then leave it for some other day.
Another child’s life cut short
how hard is it to know
you claim to be “pro life” and yet,
by avoiding you abet
with the 'same ol’ same' retort.
We birth our children, raise them up
they are the seeds we sow;
their dreams are ours, we hold them close
never to let go,
then find them in a body bag
a tag upon their toe.
The repetition of this crime
reminds us that there comes a time
when we can’t let it go—
for those green sneakers on her feet
with the heart drawn on the toe.
© Ginny Brannan 2022
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