First Id like to say somethign about this poem. 
This was the first poem I read after the shooting.
 It at first made me cry so hard I couldn't breath. 
And  everytime I read it from now on it brings
soemthign special to me. 
Perhaps it is one of hte few things that 
makes me feel as though there was somethign 
there that day besides 
the pain
Love,
Lindsey

TO: L I T T L E T O N

FROM: G O D

DATE: A P R I L 2 1, 1 9 9 9



Dear Parents, Friends and Loved Ones, 

Of these precious youth you've lost,

I see your broken spirits,

I know the terrible cost.



Though evil reigned at Columbine,

And horror filled the air,

I wanted all of you to know,

I left Heaven and came there.



I summoned Heaven's Angels,

Long before the call came in,

To share the dreadful warning,

Of what would soon begin.



The angels' wings were folded,

They knew what was to come,

When I said, "I'll lead this mission."

They followed one by one.



"I will go and get these babies,

And bring them home with me,

Where they'll live in Heaven's Schoolhouse,

Where it's safe and terror free."



Yes, I've prepared a Special Schoolhouse,

It stands out from all the rest,

The Welcome Mat reads, "Columbine,"

It's reserved for Heaven's best.



I was hovering all around them,

In the Library and the Hall,

When the evil forces entered,

Your children heard me call.



I wrapped my arms around them,

Pulled them close unto my breast,

"I've come to take you with me,

We must go and leave the rest."



"Your friends will long remember,

All the cool times that we shared,

And the Angels will remind them,

How very much you cared."



Yes, I took those precious children,

In the twinkling of an eye,

We were on our way to Heaven,

To their Schoolhouse in the sky.



I know your hearts are broken,

I know the pain you bear,

My heart is also broken,

By the evil everywhere.



Please help me fight this battle,

To keep our children safe,

Through prayers and love and sharing,

And holding to the Faith,



That Peace will surely reign one day,

In schools throughout the lands,

For all our future hopes and dreams,

Rest in our students' hands.



I'll give you peace to fill your heart,

Send sun to break the night,

Provide the strength to move beyond,

The wrongs and do what's right.



You ask how I can know your pain,

From the loss of your dear one,

It's because it seems like yesterday, 

When I, too gave up a Son. 

Fran Maiers 

Rochester Hills, MI 

fmaiers@aol.com 

Most of the Poems in this section were sent 
to me from different people I have met around the
net who have become friends. Please respect copyrights.
If they arent yours dont take em.. email the author.

Of A Child

The haunted eyes of a child
The quiet silence she brings
The soul of a poet
Silently she sings

The haunted thoughts of a child
The inner peace she brings
The heart of a peacemaker
She is so many things

A daughter
An angel
A sister 
A friend
Together forever
Until the end

For Rachel Joy Scott
copyright 1999, Wendy Bartlett.
 All rights reserved. 

Shining onstage before us, not a care in the world. 

Smiling, laughing, loving all.

You gave your heart to so many, it was not in vain.

So innocent my friend, your life ended much too soon.

It must have been shocking seeing your friend, the last face before you died. 

Not remembering the friendly face, just the cold empty eyes. 

Now the stage is empty, we have never met. 

You gave so much already and we will never forget. 

The way you touched our hearts, you will never know. 

Your smiling face and kind eyes, engraved into my soul. 

I never knew you my friend, but maybe one day we would have met. 

On a stage somewhere, we'd laugh and talk, there would be no pain. 

Now you're shining like a star. 

I didn't know you Rachel, but you will always be in my heart. 

copyright 1999, Katie Sorice. All rights reserved.