Saturday, April 18, 2020

Children (Not Your Own)


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  1. Children

    His name I have forgotten
    Schoolmate from so long ago
    But I remember his face
    Thin, pale, anemic.
    The day after
    Other kids laughed about it
    Made fun of him
    As though he had caused it
    I turned away
    Couldn’t bear to listen
    Couldn’t bear to remember
    But I do remember . . . still
    How he and his family
    Were murdered
    Their throats slit
    Their blood painting the floors
    So I turned away
    Regretting that I didn’t say a word
    On his behalf.

    Rick Stepp-Bolling

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  2. Knowing childhood,
    running
    rolling, climbing
    laughing, sometimes crying
    pretending
    wishing, friending
    learning.
    I was allowed to be myself,
    encouraged to be more, if I
    could.
    I was so lucky ~~~
    To this day
    I know childhood ~~~

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  3. I am a teacher
    Most of my children are not my own
    Like anyone’s child, no one is perfect, but neither am I
    I will forget their names
    And I will miss them dearly
    They will always be
    My children

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  4. teens toss the ball in my yard
    I invite them to play there
    their Dad apologies

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