Christina Green, An Angel In Arizona Poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen

I see the tears of your father while
he retrieves the morning you come to
wake up him up and call him dad.

I see your proud mother beaming
with pride, finding you a loving angel
snatched and taken away from her sight.

You were born when thousands mourned
over the heinous attack in September morn
And your birth brought hope to the hearts
of sorrow, a new life born out of decay and fall.

Nine years of shining light of an angel
radiating from your face and one day
in one political rally, you fell down
counted among the dead and wounded.

What a short life of an angel
to remind us of the human madness
engined by power, vengeance and hate!