by Grace Korynta
I open my phone again
And it glares back at me
“School Shooting, Six Dead”
Three kids
Three teachers
These kids were nine years old
They never got to hold up both their hands
And say in their sweet little innocent voices, “I’m this many years old”
Innocent
These teachers were also parents
They were role models to these students
They were safe places
Safe
Whether sixty or nine,
No one deserved the outcome of this tragic Monday
Six people too many
My head aches as my heart breaks
For the parents who lost their children
For the students who lost their teachers
To something so evil and so violent
This pain feels too much
Imagine getting a call on a random Monday
Imagine
Hearing someone tell you that your innocent baby isn’t going to come home from school
School – a place that should be safe
A random monday turned so tragic
I am haunted by their screams and their cries
Too often
129 mass shootings in less than four months is too many
Too many
