Thursday, January 3, 2013

For the Children

A dear friend of mine, who, as you will see, is quite a gifted poet, recently reworked two previous pieces and, kindly, gave me permission to post them here.

Her introduction will speak to the original dates that brought her to these moving words. How can it be that these two poems are again significant? I hope the readings will move you to ask WHY and WHAT?  Why must we continue to bury our children?  And, what can I, you, we all, do to stop the senseless violence that snuffs out these precious lives?  I hope for many of you these tender, yet haunting words will act as a call to action.

Thank you Teresa.

Dorothy



These two poems are dedicated to the hope that lasting and effective changes to our gun control laws will be passed in 2013. The poems were written earlier, “Gun Violence” at the beginning of the Iraq war and “Those Shining Children” in January 2011, after the assault on Arizona Congresswomen Gabrielle Giffords, which also resulted in the death of 4 people, including 3rd grader Christina Green. They have new titles and have been slightly adapted to reflect our current, and sad reality.



                                                Gun Violence

                                                She rests on my lap
                                                The warm,sweet weight
                                                Of this sleeping child anchors me
                                                Pins me to this earth, this here, this now
                                                Calls me to care and protect

                                                The warm, sweet weight
                                                Of our world’s sleeping children
                                                Calls us all

                                                T. A. Goorian

                                               Those Shining Children

                                                The images are retained in our mind’s eye
                                                As if we had gazed too long at candle flame
                                               
                                                We did not know them, those shining children
                                                Who can no longer spread the light
                                                Of their joyous, dancing spirits
                                                Through the lives of their family and friends

                                                But we, as they, will keep them with us
                                                For their images are retained in our mind’s eye
                                                And their spirits laid in trust on our hearts

                                                In memory of Christina-Taylor Green
                                                And The Sandy Hook Twenty


                                                T. A. Goorian