Who Will Save Our Children
The child came into the school office nervously, not understanding.
So many people were upset, some stared, some glared, some pointed.
“His backpack smells awful!” His teacher was heard to say. “I almost retched when I opened it.”
“The whole hallways stinks,” the custodian chimed in. He shook his head.
“His mother should have known better than to have sent him with it in the first place.”
The child feels ashamed.
Less than.
Sad.
The little one we’ve let down
For five years already goes
Home not fully understanding
What else he’s done wrong,
But knowing there will be a
Big punishment when he
Gets home. Especially if his
Mother has to wake up to
Answer the phone.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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