The 15th Victim of San Bernardino

December 2nd it was

When San Bernardino was riddled with bullets

When a Christmas party was aborted

Unassuming lives came to a gruesome halt

14 victims who will always be remembered

Prayers and candle vigils

Memorials conducted by loved ones

A man and woman were shot dead too

They were Killers

I made my Santa wish last night and wished that

..My grandma would stop weeping

..And my mom and dad would come back

..not wearing the assault clothing

I just want to hold the edge of my mom’s scarf

and sleep

I am always scared these days

Because Grandma says

The child is the mother reborn

She believes I am proof that hope is alive

However, she does not know that I died too

If I live

I am terrified

of the legacy of death mom has left behind

I am the 15th victim of the attack

and its aftermath

a 6 year old baby girl

orphaned, scarred, shattered

Why does no one count me?

Can you light a candle for me too?

Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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