A mother’s grief and a child’s confusion

Written by

Zerayn D.

In the halls of my classroom, a child came late, unphased,
with eyes that stared beyond, and a voice that never raised.
She spoke not, she listened not, her focus, never here,
she wrote and scribbled, but her thoughts, they seemed unclear.
And as the teachers spoke, and the world swirled around,
She stood in silence, and in her own world, did drown.
A child, a mystery, a puzzle, unsolved,
In her passive silence, she whispered, she is confused.

A mother she, with sorrowful eyes,
she brought this child, with pain-filled cries,
a husband lost, a heart so broken,
tears streamed down, words left unspoken.
Her voice quivered, her pain, it shook,
as she begged, a way to look,
for her child’s education, had gone astray,
and her failing grades, had brought dismay.
The child, seemingly untouched,
deep inside, her confusion abounds

her heart is breaking, but her child is asking
I see hear pain, I smelt the stench of death
I am disgusted of death for it brought this pain
but seeing her heart breaking made my spirit faint

oh dear mother, what have I done?
Have I crushed you as this have come?
Is my compassion you are begging?
Was I heartless all along?
I see your tears, they mean so much
precious crystals worth of blood
I’m sorry he is gone,
what must I do for you,
for I am mere your child’s teacher?