innocence
the little ones walked
along the shore
hand in hand
breathing in the heavenly air
created from a soft breeze
rolling in from the tide
without supervision
they are left
alone on the path
of safety and knowledge
hopeful the answers exist
beyond the distant light
december two thousand twelve
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Thanks for your words – can’t seem to find mine – so so sad. K
It is so difficult to accept, Kathleen. I wish you peace.
Very lovely, John. A loving and hopeful response to a devastating tragedy.
May peace be with you, Jan.