Miss Swanson

Tue, 09/30/2014 - 17:10 -- klfoulk

I tried.


In life I was the librarian,

A single woman,

A doer of good deeds, a helpful citizen.

Those kids were like my own.

I saw it all-

Outside the library,

A bloody scene set in the hallway.


I remember little Archie,

With those little toy guns,

Playing Cops and Robbers in the yard,

With little Cody.


Remembering Archie now

I saw him with a real gun,



Four lay on the floor.


I tried to talk Archie down.


I tried;

I failed.


He was gone,

Along with sixteen others.

Sorrow seeped into my skin.

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