This poem was dedicated to the twenty-seven empty cradles from December 14th.
The twenty-six children and teachers who died at the Sandy Hook School and on the same day, Melanie, Kim and Heather's sister Melissa at age 43.
Today, December 11, Melissa would have been 44.
Before we have had the time to learn
the lines to that little lullaby
Before the high chair and toys are
stored in the shed
Before even the waking to the crying
is forgotten from the spindled bed,
"Rock a by baby in the tree top"
Too soon we are standing in December winds
Lamenting the bough has broken
And over our precious little ones we bend
then look madly up at that tree
hushed
Not a word spoken.
It was such a strong tree!
And wasn't it but a gentle breeze?
How could baby and cradle from us fall?
Who turned and left baby alone after all?
Oh! Trust not the strength in the trees
Or even the softness in the south breeze.
They will deceive and send baby falling.
Listen long for all about in the wind
Seen in the squint of eyes
the broken lines of faces
weary from sleep lost nights.
Watch for the cradles ever swinging dangerously
Reach out the hand and stave the winds might
Reach for the little ones in cradles of trees that fall
Out upon the rotten limbs
Swaying in the winds,
Needing so desperately to be taken in.
Hush little friend
Hush little brother
Hush little sister
Don't you cry
The wind shall not bother you again
The limb shall never fall my friend
You are safe here
by My side.
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