when my son was
four
he cried when
he went to school ugly
tears of terror at a
world so new
peopl
e
place
s
thing s
for months every day
he cried as I
drew hearts on his
hand and promised
him his world would
be alright
when my son was
eleven
he cried when he
couldn't go to school ugly
tears of terror as the world
collapsed around him gone
were his friends
his
teachers
his
books
his
shoes
he cried as I held him
like he was four years
old and filled him with
empty promises the
world would be alright
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