As both a parent and a teacher, this poem truly hits home in light of Friday's tragic events.
There's not much I can say right now that other's haven't already said. One moment, the teacher in me weeps for the fallen teachers and administrators, dying to save their kids; and for the ones who helped their children escape safely.
The next moment, the parent in me weeps because I can't imagine the unspeakable horror of waiting, waiting, waiting, only to find out your baby won't be coming out of the school alive.
I pray for comfort for all those in Newtown.
Poem from Erica Bohrer