Sunday, November 8, 2009

Black Shirts of Love: Sixteen Short Years

in memory of Melody Ross, 16 years old

Who says one person can't
make a difference?
When a stray bullet
cut Melody's life short,
a wave of students
wearing black shirts
in her memory
swept across the nation
reminding those who knew her
and those who didn't
how much her life meant
and what it represented

Melody and I are worlds
apart since she will never reach
old age and I look back
on my youth in high school
as a distant memory
when we never worried
about stray bullets
or our fellow students
having guns

We grew up with different
concerns because then,
as high school students
we wept for a president we
saw as our nation's hope
while her classmates
shed tears for a girl whose
potential remains untapped
for firearms are too easily

Reading the news story today
I wept for Melody's
family and friends who
understood as a result
of her death that life
does not have enough time
to spread love through
sixteen short years


WordsPoeticallyWorth said...

A taken life to remember.
A thoughtful verse to share.
A heart-felt eulogy to send her
In her infinite heavenly care.

I am not religious, but God bless you all who grieve. Thank you. Take care. Bye.

Michelle said...

Thank you for your comment. I did not know Melody Ross, but her story touched me so much when I read it, I wrote this poem. It's very sad when a life is cut short.