Mother's Poem to a Young Boy

He sits at my knee,
crying his broken heart
to pieces.
They laughed at him
or teased him
or said no to
playing his game.
He doesn't understand.
I hold him, as closely
as his bruised boyish
independence allows.
“I can't help you understand
the hate, or the
hurt,
or the thousand of other
things in our world
that make no sense, child.
I can only tell you that
I'm here,
and will be,
forever.”

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