Guest Poet Blogger Jackson Dean contributes this week.

 

That Sunday

 

That Sunday was the first day of someone’s life,

And they will not understand the hate of the world for some time;

That Sunday was the first steps for someone,

who proudly galloped across the living room floor;

That Sunday was the marriage of many someones,

And their love for each other was unbelievably grand;

That Sunday was happiness for someone,

as they read a book on their porch;

That Sunday was joy for someone,

when that math problem was finally understood;

That Sunday was the first day of college for someone,

As they began a new life in a new place;

That Sunday was with friends for someone,

Laughing and reminiscing about the “good ol’ days”;

That Sunday was a breakup for someone,

And they never felt such sadness before;  

That Sunday was falling in love for the very first time for someone,

And they knew it would last;

That Sunday was a drive for someone,

Just taking in the sights of their town;

That Sunday was church for someone,

Meeting up with church friends and enjoying the company;

That Sunday was family time for someone,

As they all sat around to watch Football;

…

That Sunday was the worst day for someone,

When the shots kept coming;

That Sunday was when “Missed Call” was displayed on the phone of someone,

And people prayed their loved ones were okay;

That Sunday, no call was returned for someone,

Because they weren’t okay;

That Sunday was devastating for someone,

As they lost their friend in the crowd and have yet to hear from them;

That Sunday, Monday, and all the days to come will be mourning for someone,

Because of the news they received;

That Sunday was, is, and always will be a nightmare for someone,

For the image of them running for what seemed like hours was branded into their skull;

That Sunday, people cared for someone,

As they lay on top of strangers to hide them from what was the end for many;

That Sunday, people were there for someone,

As strangers carried strangers to hospitals;

…

That Sunday, life passed on for someone,

And they were innocent;

That Sunday, life passed on for someone,

And they were loved ones;

That Sunday, life passed on for someone,

And they will not be forgotten.

Editor: Peter Kadel