Learning
We’re worried about your son.
He’s missing too much school.
If his attendance drops below 90%,
It will break all our rules.
I can’t go to school today, Mum.
My stomach feels so sick.
People might be mean to me,
That school is full of pricks.
We’re worried about your son.
It’s your responsibility.
We need him here so we can test him,
To check his ability.
I can’t go to school today, Mum.
Every day I try.
But something inside me just freezes,
I promise it’s not a lie.
We’re worried about your son.
He is missing his education,
We’ve accommodated his whims but,
We can’t keep being patient.
I can’t go to school today, Mum.
I’m sorry it makes you sad.
I try so hard to force myself,
But it makes me feel so bad.
We’re worried about your son.
His absence is unauthorised.
Yes, we agree it’s mental health,
But without proof our hands are tied.
I can’t go to school today, Mum.
I still feel very worried.
I’m trying so hard to get better,
But school just makes me feel hurried.
We’re worried about your son,
We’re running out of time.
It is our duty to inform you,
You are liable for a fine.
I can’t go to school anymore, mum.
It’s something I can’t face.
I desperately wish I could fit in,
But I just feel out of place.
I am so sorry Son.
For pushing you to conform.
Letting others make me believe,
you have to fit in with the norm.
I am so sorry Son.
For adding to the pressure.
I hope you still know, I love you so.
Beyond any earthly measure.
I am so sorry Son.
For causing you more stress.
I should have known of everyone,
You knew you the best.
I am so sorry Son.
For normalcy I was yearning.
But slowly you have shown me the way.
And Son, I am finally learning.
Copyright © Sarah Portrey | Year Posted 2024
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