30 January 2013
What a bouncing baby girl what a lovely little thing! her favorite snack is peanut butter, favorite movie? why, The lion king!
she's gone off to school today. first grade class, oh what fun! too bad todays a rainy day, I wish there was some sun.
she loves to play with barbies, my little babies such a dear. she lets me help her buckle up, and gets new attitudes every year!
i should've let her stay home she was feeling kind of ill. i'm sure the school will call me, if her wellness is a kill.
so I switch on the news and sit back with my wine although I love my daughter every mommy needs her time!
then her face flashes on the news screen in a blur my sweet precious darling rose gives me quite a stir.
"First grade class shot" no no It cannot be. This little girl cannot be...
no.
my body turns to brittle stone my heart turns solid ice. my eyes frozen in fear and tears the devil's named his price.
then I laugh.
what kind of sick, sick joke is this? what kind of tricks amid? who the hell do they think they are, flashing up my kid.
ring ring. that's the telephone. I freeze. I look at the caller ID. It's the police.
"Ma'me we have some real bad news'" that fucking sherrif said. "the shooter took a teacher's class, your daughter, Rose, is dead."
oh.
my mind closed in.
I wept.
how she loved her peanut butter, on her pure white bread. what a bouncing baby girl, a bullet through her head
Newtown • Opuss № I