Yesterday I said
I was sad
And today I am
Especially so
I read of a girl
I was sad
And today I am
Especially so
I read of a girl
She was nineteen
And I see the
Beauty of my son
Sixteen almost
A man resting
In his bed
And I see the
Beauty of my son
Sixteen almost
A man resting
In his bed
What was it she did
That our government
Withdrew
When the clock
Ticked over
On her birthday
That our government
Withdrew
When the clock
Ticked over
On her birthday
Whether it was
Foster care or
Fentanyl or whatever
No one knew but
She was dead
Foster care or
Fentanyl or whatever
No one knew but
She was dead
In a tent
On waste ground
In winter
In the city
Thank Christ?
On waste ground
In winter
In the city
Thank Christ?
You caught the right words for how I am feeling. I cannot help but imagine how painfully lonely she must have been.
ReplyDeleteHi...Gabriela ... thank you for re-posting this piece, what a horrible picture and a horrible waste of our children.
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