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My Dear Little Boy,

You have your mother’s anxious tender heart
And couldn’t sleep
2 weeks past
After hearing how a child felt
As shots rang through the corridors
Of his school.
 
Now I, your mother,
Cannot rest
After learning how a child of 15 years
Brought a stolen gun and ammo
To his school,
a private show-and-tell.
We’ve walked past that school,
Just around the corner and a block away
From where you sat today
In your seemingly safe suburban classroom.
 
Tomorrow I will hug and wish good day
To you, my dear little boy,
Watch you walk away
Into your school
And Pray
To gods not there
That you come home to me
With happy anecdotes of your day
Oblivious to the threats that weigh
so heavy
On your mother’s anxious tender heart.
Written by rubyredheart
Published | Edited 22nd Jun 2023
Author's Note
This is not meant as a political piece. This is the ache of a mother’s heart for her child.
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