Where are the Children?

 

We travelled far, more than 100 days

As hikers, swimmers, and stowaways.

I heard America was “home of the free”,

When I crossed over I got the third degree.

Where are my sons and my daughters?

Those over there are not mine nor hers.

We only came here to have a better life.

Why did you take away my wife?

We scratch and claw to make them stop.

Our children we love and will not drop.

You should have to lose your child,

and then let’s see if you don’t get all riled.

 

Please return them safely to me!

This is my final plea.

 

Knots of Hope

You stand in the corner; struggling life

hiding behind a curtain,

yielding a knife.

Can you be certain?

 

Telling me you’re okay,

you are staying afloat,

and you’re not going away.

Yet, you started the note.

 

I’ll be your shoulder for crying,

I’ll be your rope;

The one you’re tying.

I’ll be your greatest hope.

 

I knock on the door

Feeling things aren’t right

Yet once again your swore

Things were alright.

 

I crashed the party you made.

Anger flashed in your eyes,

I know you’re afraid

and your heart cries.

 

I’ll be your shoulder for crying,

I’ll be your rope;

The one you’re tying.

I’ll be your greatest hope.

 

Please let me be!

 

If you need immediate help, please call 1-800-273-TALK (8255) to talk with a trained counselor from the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline.