Every Day
A little girl or boy, an innocent child of barely any age.
You had a life ahead of you, some would be police officers, some would be nurses,
Some would be musicians, and others teachers.
Your life was taken, taken away.
But I really think our memories of you can keep you alive.
I think of you, maybe not individually, but you kids as a group, every day.
Your lives will never fade,
Not as long as we remember what you could have done,
Who you could have been.
This poem is about:
Our world