I love you more than life itself, and I am sick that most of it was denied,
It’s not fair, wasn’t deserved, and dealing with it is so hard that often I just want to run away and hide.
I know the day will come, but for now all I have is to remember back when.
You bought so much to this world in your only 14 ½ years here,
You lived and loved with a very full heart,
I was so proud, you were off to such an amazing start.
Then one day, your life was taken in an instant,
Violence to us was no longer distant.
Realizing the whole time, that gun violence is no game.
40,000 innocent people lose their lives each year from a gun,
Not ever did I even fathom that of them, you would be one.
That this can happen in a top-rated school to 17 beautiful souls that we no longer see.
I want more than anything to turn back the clock,
But since this isn’t an option, to the polls we must flock.
And vote in the ones, who won’t let our safety pass them by.
Jaime, you should be 16 today, but you never got the chance,
Forever 14 you will be to us, and it’s not ok under any circumstance.
To spend time with you the only way we can, wishing I could get one last hug and kiss for me.
I hope reading this makes people cry, makes them angry, and then makes them want to fight,
Jaime, I don’t need to remind you how much you are still loved and how we miss you,
Until we meet again my baby, keeping your memory alive is what we have to do.
Mom (of the never forgotten Jaime Guttenberg, daughter extraordinaire)