Dear Cora, Dawson, and Callan,
Things are crazy down here. I pray you are well in Heaven—it’s already been three years?

I’m sorry there’s no more sunrises, birthday celebrations, or comfort of a loving hug to bring satisfaction.

Only five, but so many friends. A beautiful aura. You loved taking care of people. Take care, Princess Cora.

Our three-year-old hero, Dawson—our noble firefighter. I hope you’re watching Paw Patrol, and your soul is lighter.

Just a baby at eight months old, barely out of the womb, with immense joy and happiness, Callan, you lit a room.

A jury couldn’t bring justice, we couldn’t bring you peace, sorry we failed you in life, Angels. A sorrowful release.

John

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An epistle poem (or verse letter) is a poem written in the form of a letter directed to a specific person or group. Although there is no single form for the verse, I am using a ballad or common meter (ABCB pattern) with an alternating iambic meter/tetrameter syllable rotation (8-6-8-6).

Looking for an idea for today’s poem, I came across this Writer’s Digest poetry prompt to write about a crime. There’s no bigger crime in the media right now than the Clancy trial, but instead of sensationalizing either of the parents or focusing on far less important things, I want to shine a light on what’s truly important: three little angels who aren’t with us anymore.

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