On Friday, 20 children and 6 adults at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Conn., were shot and killed by a young man who also killed his mother and himself.
The event is too horrible for prose.
A poem by Robert Hershon, which I clipped from a piece by Polly Furth in The Christian Science Monitor, does a far better job of explaining why, beyond the fascination of horror and heroism, the Newtown murders have touched people so deeply.
Hershon’s poem is entitled “Sentimental Moment or Why Did the Baguette Cross the Road?”
Don’t fill up on bread I say absent-mindedly The servings here are huge My son, whose hair may be receding a bit, says Did you really just say that to me? What he doesn’t know is that when we’re walking together, when we get to the curb I sometimes start to reach for his hand
