WARNING: Poem below may be sad.

The sun of my life is now set and done,
And though set to fly had barely begun.
The shadow of setting, never undone.

The son of my life is now dead and gone,
Killed by the bullets of a mad man's gun.
Yet that mad man was a father's own son.

-Anne B. Caitlin

This poem was inspired by war and the current school shootings. Parents' children are the little suns of their lives (thus the play on words), and dealing with their death is traumatizing. As King Theoden from Lord of the Rings said, "No parent should have to bury their child."

A parent has to not only deal with the death of their baby, their beloved child, but they have to reconcile with the fact that the man who killed their son or daughter is a fellow father's son.