a dream perhaps?
Our brothers and sisters, sobbing,
for children known
not in dreams, but in memories
as sharp as that edge
which once, at least,
must have cut you deep.
who bore the lost child,
whose image washed our eyes,
sez he is a Christian anew,
and 1/1000th of a second of his life
is a Pulitzer Prize
for the man who shot him.
A young girl, steady in voice yet
gazing afar, defines for us the pain
of remembering. She lost her mother.
Ashley was a typical 4-year old,
we are reminded, who will never
agonize over the slow hand crawling
toward the end of the school day
Is Ashley an angel?
Will you call upon Ashley some day?
...to buoy a spirit?
...to grant a wish?
A wish for who?
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