15
Dec
This evening
Tonight, when I put L to bed, I held her close and told her I loved her. Like I do every night. Except these past two nights have been a little longer. With a few silent tears.
I was at work today. I often work Saturdays at the library. And the kids were being rambunctious and were maybe a bit louder then I usually let them get, but I didn’t mind as much today. I didn’t do anything to stifle their shrieks and laughs. I let it slide. I let them be kids. I’m still sad. Like most. I printed out some handouts about how to talk to children about tragedy because it was the only thing I could do. My job. I helped a few people find books, and I prepared for tomorrow’s storytime which is about snowmen.
It even feels trivial to write this now, but I know you are just as heartbroken as I am. So, I’m doing what I know. Holding. Working. Writing. Loving.
Loving my daughter, loving the children I serve, loving those children that died.
Were you able to see the moon tonight? It looks like Langston Hughes “Winter Moon”. In the words of my fellow coworker, “Langston Hughes wrote a poem for such a moon”. Which reminds me of his “Dream Keeper” poem.
Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamer,
Bring me all your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue cloud-cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
-Langston Hughes
