The Door (Poetry)

I didn't understand...

This poem is dedicated to the kids, families, teachers and anyone else who had to suffer through the terrible shooting of Newtown, CT. It's awful that people act this way and I give my prayers and condolences to the innocent families that were hurt. ***************************************************************************************************************

This morning, 

I waved goodbye to my mother. 

Her silky brown hair was blowing in the wind

That relaxing Connecticut breeze

I walked on the bus 

Bus 546

The old yellow paint was fading

But that was alright

My school may not have been the best school

But what school was?

I was a typical 8 year old 

I thought my teachers were average

I thought my school was average

I thought my friends were average

I remember walking into school

My books in hand

Walking into the classroom

Taking a seat

It was almost a few minutes into class

When the principal came on the intercom

I didn't understand...

I was in third grade

I didn't understand why the principal started to tell us something

Then

Screamed.

I remember my teacher

Pushing us into a closet.

It was dark.

My teacher did not follow us in.

We hid there

I heard a man speaking

I heard a loud noise

We still hid there

I heard more loud noises

We hid there

Some kids were crying

They were scared

Everyone was scared

I was scared

I didn't understand...

What was going on.

We waited...

And waited...

And waited...

And waited.

Finally,

We were let out

By men in uniforms

With badges.

Kids started crying really hard

When they saw what was being carried out

Of our classroom.

My teacher.

My average teacher.

My average teacher saved us. 

I thought to myself. 

She may have been an average teacher. 

But she was an amazing person. 

A hero.

We walked out into the hallway

In single file.

We walked outside. 

Every parent was there,

Nervously awaiting to see if there kid had lived.

I didn't understand...

Until my mother told me in easy words.

Kids had been killed.

The principal had been killed.

Teachers had been killed.

I don't know much 

But I know that I feel sad 

For all those dreadful things done to those kids 

And teachers

And staff

And principal. 

And I also know that the man who did this 

Must have been very angry 

Because I don't know any people 

That would want to do such awful things 

To humans. 

I know he must have been very sick. 

Very sick to want to do this. 

I know he must have been very mean

Because I know that after this event 

Most of the kids in my school were feeling very sick as well.