Sunday, December 16, 2012

Whose Child is This?

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

2 comments:

City Life to Ranching Wife said...

It is truly such an unthinkable tragedy. My thoughts are with the entire community of Newtown and especially you and all my teacher friends. Thank you for what you do. You are appreciated. :)

Christa aka The BabbyMama said...

It's things like this that I hope will remind all the complainers about the VALUE of a great teacher. Is every teacher perfect? No. But more than a few are willing to lay down their lives for their kids and that's amazing.

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