Photo by Tess Kincaid via Magpie Tales
They come here every year around this time. They meaning the ‘people’ of course, many crowding around the designated site with its bows and trinkets.
Some people buy the little goodies just to give to the charities of all the events that follow after the media left. Left for the fresher story but the people never forgot, coming back not just for show but for healing.
A need for a hurting heart, bleeding from tragedies from many decades ago. Blood that never stop to flow.
Blood flowing when Japan planes dusted Pearl Harbor in red in 1941.
Blood flowing when Sandy Hook flowers screams filled the air in 2012.
Bodies floating like wild sargassum in 2006.
Bodies floating in rivers because of the Christmas Eve trough.
How many more hearts must bleed?
Magpie Tales interpretation for 297 entry.
It is a sadness that everyone around the world felt, no one can fathom why someone would harm children.
Who does that? Who can take the life of such precious adorable flowers.
I can imagine the struggle the parents face everyday without the sound of running feet on the floor.
I am sure their giggles and laughter of delight and mischief echo in their houses.
Memories, memories that cannot fade and why should they?
They hold the core of what use to exist, flowers growing in the well manicured set of beliefs and morals.
Someone hold the lump down in my throat and the stings in my eyes…
I know they were not mine but I will never ever forget that Friday in December when cute little faces flash across my TV screen.
What type of world do I live in when kids cannot learn to write their names in peace?
Sandy Hook Flowers, I remember you.