This poem was written just days after the tragic shooting at Columbine High School in Columbine, Colorado. I felt as though a part of me died that day and sobbing, I wrote this poem. Microphones and cameras shoving in for the best bite.
Dignity is what was missing as the media scrambled around.
Compassion never had a chance upon that killing ground. A child died today and madness reigned free. You see, that child was me. Flower Tips for Ladies All of us like to feel specia l, but it requires a bit more tact when you send flowers to a man. When selecting flowers, stick to vivid hues such as orange, red, purple, bright yellow and gold.