Today a child passed

With not many words to say I cried

the child was not mine in the physical

but she was mine in the now

A hallway left absent of a smile

How could these walls stay the same

I watched tears flow from the cheeks of my most difficult children

who knew empathy had no face

Dwelling in this class is foreign

The things I could not bare

weep my child for I am your mother

Holding their pain as my own

I watch as tears fall down their promising faces

they had hope

they had faith

it was ripe and fresh

it was innocent

we all live in the then and now

our hoped has passed along with our angel..

Rest In Peace my dear sweet child

When a child dies a nation weeps..

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