I am a mother now
no poet, no words
to tell this terror, to hug
you Darius or Deon or DaShade
nothing that will hold you Jonathan
or Keith or Cedrick in place
I am no poet in these times
of sorrow when verdicts
may be lawful but are damnable
to our lives... I wish I had
something wise to say
as your mother as
the one you call so often
to tell me what wearies
you, but tonight.. not. one. word.
© Valerie Bridgeman
July 15, 2013
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