Gleaming eyes of innocence
Search skyward to the stars
The treasure of our future
Soaring high on splendor spirit
Wayward flames of tragedy
Stalk the spark of life
Mirrored in the smiles
Of our children far below
Shredded strands of  space
Shatter hope upon the sea
Searing child’s eyes
With plumages of pain
Blinding beads of light
Spew despair upon their soul
With double arcs of ruin
Raining on their dreams
The suddenness of sorrow
Contorts their rosy faces
To shadowed shades of sadness
As life unfolds its truth
No gentle hand upon their brow
Can censor what they’ve seen
No caring words can alter
Glaring harsh reality
No stoic training braced them
For death to come their way
They are not brave, our children
Their tears do testify
Their link to space through Christa
Is gone forever more
Their innocence is tarnished
It cannot be restored
No saving lesson can be learned
To justify their sorrow
Weep, my child, be not brave
Your tears pay tribute to her
M.S.B. (all rights reserved)