I wrote the following poem a couple days after the shootings at Virginia Tech, two years ago this week. I post it here in honor of all who died that day.
by Lynda Allen
One heart on the surface grown cold.
Thirty-two stories being told.
One heart alone and lost.
Thirty-two stories the cost.
One heart buried beneath rage.
Thirty-two stories fill the page.
One heart who we could not reach.
Thirty-two stories left behind to teach.
One heart alone among us all.
Thirty-two stories a mourning call.
One heart with anger as its cell.
Thirty-two stories of those who fell.
One heart that would not heal
Thirty-two stories read as we kneel.
One heart in the soul’s darkest night.
Thirty-two stories shared and hearts unite.
One heart to learn to forgive.
Thirty-two stories to remind us how to live.
One love unites all souls.
Thirty-three times the bell tolls.
In memory of all who died at Virginia Tech on April 16, 2007